Poetry expressing sadness

Sorrow

Sadness is a bad feeling that loses its owner all the meanings of life, and makes him a person immersed in sadness and loneliness who is unable to do anything, and many poets have resorted to the pen to express their sadness in a beautiful and creative way, and in this article we will present to you beautiful poetry that expresses sadness.

A poem about grief

I see sadness does not work for the one I lost

If I had more grief, I would have increased it

Things all changed after you

I don't see the world as I promised

I held your faith in success confident

The hand of fate loosened what it had held

My belief was that you are the age of my happiness

The days betrayed me as I thought

I wanted you to live long, but it wasn't

Except what God wanted, not what I wanted

Via the loneliness of Mu'nis, you may not have executed him

O unit of the owner may have lost him

Farewell called me by his name, mentioning him

So I was pleased to mention his name, so I took it back

I lost my most beloved and good people

It is suitable for me if I sought it

A poem about sadness for Al-Mutanabbi

God does not grieve the prince, for I am

Like taking a share from his condition

And whoever pleased the people of the earth, then wept

He cried with secret eyes and hearts

And I, even if the burial is his beloved

darling to my heart darling darling

Our loved ones have passed away before us

As conscious of the medicine of death is every physician

We preceded the world, so if its people lived

We were prevented from coming and going with it

The next possession is a negative possession

And her past parted with Slip

There is no virtue in it for courage and dew

And the boy's patience, had it not been for meeting peoples

And he fulfilled the life of those who stayed behind for a friend

A man's life betrayed him after a long time

To keep your water in the tampon of Sababa

To all the Turks of the carpenter Jleeb

And not every white face is blessed

Not every eyelid narrow Najib

If it appears in us depression

It appeared at the end of every penis

And in every bow every day you struggle

And at each end every day a ride

it is difficult for him to break a habit

And you pray for something and he is not answered

And if you saw him standing for you

You looked at a two-legged writer

If it was a precious leech, you lost it

So whoever despises the destruction, he will be deceived and despondent

As if the response returned to every Majid

If his glory does not seek refuge with defects

And had it not been for the hands of eternity in bringing us together

We were heedless, so we did not feel his sins

Leaving for charity is better for the benefactor

If he makes benevolence unsuspecting

And the one who touched Nizar is his slaves

Needless to enslave him to a stranger

pure friendliness suffices to enslave the like of him

And near him is a source of pride

So Saif al-Dawla was compensated for the reward.

For a reward for a reward

The horse boy has wet her throat

The position is difficult

He lived in the tents of the Rit in his raids

his tent is nothing but the dust of wars

We have to make you happy if it is useful

By cutting hearts, not by cutting pockets

a gloomy man whose eyelids are not wet

And the Lord of the dewy eyelid is not gloomy

Think about your father, for it is only

You cried, and the laughter was soon after

If the same cream receives its affliction

slyly

And for the one who is distressed, from his exhales

Sukoun consolation or Sukoon Lughub

How great are you, the eye has not seen his face.

Sunset did not follow its tracks

You have lost the souls of the envious, for it is

Tormented in the presence and sunset

And in the tiredness of those who envy the sun's light

And he strives to bring her a tax

He felt sad for Nizar Qabbani

Let's break up a bit...

For the good of this love, my love

And our good..

Let's part ways

Because I want you to love me more

I want you to hate me a little bit

For the sake of what we have.. of the precious memories that were on both of us..

For the sake of a wonderful love.. it is still engraved on our mouths

It is still engraved on us.

By the truth of the letters you wrote to me..

And your face planted like a rose inside me..

And your remaining love is on my hair, on my fingertips

For the sake of our memories, our beautiful sadness, and our smile

And our love that has become greater than our words

Bigger than our lips.

Truly the sweetest love story in our lives

I ask you to leave

Let's break up with friends...

Birds in every season.. leave the hills..

And the sun, my love.. is sweeter when you try to be absent

Be in my life doubt and torment

Be a legend once..

Once upon a time...

Have a question in my mouth

The answer is not known

For a wonderful love

He lives in the heart and eyelashes

To always be beautiful and to be closer to you

I ask you to go...

Let's part.. and we are lovers..

Let's part despite all the love and tenderness

Through tears, my love

I want you to see me

Through the fire and the smoke I want you to see me.

Let's burn.. Let's cry, my love

We have forgotten the blessing of crying a long time ago

let's part..

So that our love does not become habitual

And our longing is Ramada..

Flowers wither in pots.

Rest assured, my little one

Your love is still full of eyes and conscience

I am still captivated by your great love, and I still dream that you will be mine.

Oh my knight, you and my prince

But I.. but I..

I am afraid of my affection

I am afraid of my feelings

I'm afraid we'll get tired of our longings

I'm afraid of us..

I'm afraid of our hugs..

In the name of wonderful love

Blossom like spring in our depths..

Shine like the sun in our eyes

In the name of the sweetest love story of our time

I ask you to leave..

For our love to be beautiful.

so that he may live long..

I ask you to leave.

A poem about sadness by Ahmad Matar

O sadness that covers my country

For you I am overwhelmed by sadness

You are everywhere

You are always

A circle that serves all people

Without a price

I wonder about you.. do you not complain of weakness?

Which heart didn't cost you a job?

Which eye did not carry you weight?

That invites you to receive a restriction

That urges you to bid farewell to the shroud.

That invites you to embroider a soul

That leads you to the plowing of Badan.

Who will satisfy you, O sadness, and who?

And when do you disapprove of living in a country?

You are grateful

I would like to leave her

The love of the country prevents me