Poetry to the death of my beloved

the death

Death is a right for all people, and for all creatures on the face of the earth, however, it is a bitter truth that hurts everyone who passes through it, not for the dead, but for those around them of loved ones and family. In this article, we present to you some of the poems that express the feelings of those who have lost their loved ones.

Poetry to the death of my beloved

• I cried, but does crying from the heart make any difference?

Parting of my loved ones, nostalgic and serious!

What is the meaning of life if we parted?

And is wailing any good? I do not know

The memorial does not have mercy on me, so I forget

Nor longings leave me to sleep

Parting from my loved ones, how it shook my heart

Until they meet, I will still cry.

• I am tired of suppressing my love and resisting all my envy

Nobody knows about my life and what happened in it

I am on the day I loved you..I feel it is my birthday

Poems I said for you I wrote you in rhymes

If hope dies in me, longing remains in my heart

And keep the letters of your name

His poem is always sung.

• where are you?

I hated this age after you

I hated the path that comes to you

I hated the world of what your eyes rule

where are you? Oh, the joy of my day and my evening

O warm my pulse and whisper

Every beat in my heartbeat

Every moment of my longing

My eyes burn with eagerness

where are you?!

Please do not forget me after my death.

• I fear that the world will rain while you are not with me

Since I left, I have a rain complex

How to erase you From my memory papers

And you are in the heart like Al-Naqshi in Al-Hijri

I love you who inhabit my blood

If you are in China or if you are on the moon.

• I left this world

I promised a newborn baby

He cries loudly

And he laughs without a sound

He screams if he gets hungry

He suffers if he gets sick

Lives without knowing

Nothing is known about death and birth

Just a human being

Free from hatred, malice and abuse

All in his mind is his mother and survival.

• Where are you, after my life, I am gone, and my heart is lonely

Where are you after my soul is gone and my heart is beating?

Oh, but oh, if you knew your absence, I wouldn't be happy

Oh, but oh, if you knew of your absence, you would be tired

I ask God and I hope that you are not upset with me

I seek God and I hope that you will not be oppressed by me.

• I commanded my quarter to me, but your dear ones slaughtered me

In front of your house in the ground, they will bury me

My soul rests on the day I come to you

And I miss you, tell them to show me

This promise, may God bless you

And if you walked over my grave, remember me.

• You know you lost tricks

And the universe is fed up with me

When I remembered you, tears erupted in the eyes

You know

I love you to death and I miss you tricks

And my heart in your absence became two hearts

A heart that loves you death and misses you and boils you

And the heart of you is afraid of Halzman Shin.

• In your absence, my eyes fell asleep

Where are you, who is away from her sight

Glory be to God, I have become lost and insane

I no longer distinguish its day from its month

If I come to distract my mind from you, I am ashamed

The eye followed its gaze.

• I wished to go to a world where Al-Fatihah is read

And the refusal of my death confronts me with the face of the hidden future

I wonder if you saw a dead body and he refused to receive it in his grave

I think these are my suffering and who ever enough.

Poems about the death of loved ones

Among the poems that talked about the feelings of poets at the death of their loved ones, we chose the following for you:

Shoot death if the arrow is right

Al-Rusafi Al-Balensi

Shoot death if the arrow is right

And whoever is addicted to throwing injuries

And you live connected but

He insisted when he was good and when he was good

And waiting for me every day

Your covenant is a ball and forever

I am younger than the fires of my heart

You have a shooting star for every rhyme

And I bid you farewell to every journey

But he was absent for a while, then Abba

And I stir up what I am for you

If the star is aimed and then set

I see the loss of the beloved from the dreams

To despair, as if he had lost his youth

What is the meaning of life without youth?

Whether he died in meaning and a young man

And the night of sorrow is like the ugliness of gray hair

I suffer him sleepily and weeping

My wings increase in fire

If my madam increased spillage

And the evil of the heart's afflictions is a condition

The opposite between them shows you an affiliation

Perhaps you and science are divas

You forgot there with the return sheep

O Abdullah, a call of despair

Would Rams please have an answer?

Shout to me as you like, for I am a forgetful person

I wish to inform you of the letter

It hurts the eye to take care of a dam

From the dust between you is a veil

And to occupy it with dust

As the sword deposits offerings

Nearby Jala struck peoples

In Aliyah Al-Baqi, they have domes

And how much above the soil of Rawd Hassan

The same sorrow ran into him

He spread the cheeks on the Thrace

And a young man with tears in my heart

He watered you, and I do not single out Rabab Mazn

Perhaps your wealth is fed up with usury

But what justifies the equivalence

For your grave to have a drink

I may have had a drink one day

You have the jonin: my eyelids and the clouds

So my tears are ashamed of their salinity

If you mention the torment

It's almost on the relay and it's red

Bewildered in the sockets of Arteaba

Let the musk become cloudy again

So he burned on your shrine, then Saba

And even crowded in tears

The dust breaks into your junctions

The last death

Nizar Qabbani

This is the limit of my madness

I couldn't love you more...

This is the last reach of my arms

I couldn't hold you anymore..

This is the highest point I can get to

On the mountains of your breasts... crowned with snow and gold...

I couldn't climb any more...

This is my last battle...

To reach the water fountains in Granada

I couldn't fight anymore.

This is the last death.. I die with a woman

And for the sake of his...

I couldn't die anymore...

Layali after Al-Zaanin Shakul

Al Mutanabi

Layali after Al-Zaanin Shakul

The lovers' nights are long

The full moon is shown to me, which I do not want

And they conceal a full path

And I did not live after the loved ones in peace

But I am Hamoul for the waivers

And only one departure came between us

And in death after departure is departure

If the smell of the soul is nearer to you

Kindergarten and acceptance did not leave me

And my east with water is nothing but a reminder

The water of the beloved's family is going down

the gleaming teeth above him are forbidden

He who is thirsty has no access to it.

As for the walking stars and others

To my eyes the morning light is a guide

Didn't this night see your vision of me

So delicacy and slenderness appear in it

I met the dawn on the path of the few

You healed my liver, and at night there was a dead man

And a day when goodness is a sign

I sent it and the sun is a messenger from you

Before Sayf al-Dawla, he was a lover of many

Nor did she ask for a fading away when it was dark

But he brings every strange thing

She likes to be surprised and amazed

The trail threw bare horses to gallop

And they did not know that arrows are horses

scorpion shawls with canna

she has fun under him and neighing

And it was nothing but a dangerous thing that was presented to him

Baharan is equipped with canals and blades

Hammam if he spent his worries

The brunt of death is heavy

A well-bred horse galloped in every town

If you have a wedding in it, it is not said

So when he cleared himself of a bucket and a cymbal

every mountain was raised by a banner and a mount

On roads in which there is elevation on the roads

And in her remembrance of Al-Anis, he is lethargic

They did not notice until they saw her raiding

Ugliness, but her creation is beautiful

clouds raining down iron on them

Every place with swords is washing

And the captives wailed in sweat

As if the pockets of the bereaved are tails

And they thought it was a lock in Mozart again.

And it has nothing but a lock to enter

Then the people's eulogies broke out as if

With every success that you did not undergo, a sponsor

Fire burns in every house

The people are dead and the home is lonely

and passed through Maltese blood

Malatya is the mother of two sons, Thakul

And double what they cost us of clogs

So it became as if the water in it was sick

and took care of us the heart of the Euphrates as if

Seoul followed him with men

Every swimmer is chased by a wave

Whether it is thick and liquid

You see it as if water passed through his body

And I accept Ras Wahda and Tilil

And in the belly of a hen and a fat antelope

stigmatizing canna from those who introduced an alternative

they had a sortie that they recognized for her

Gharar what expires and reluctance

The strongholds are filled with smell as long as we fight

its people will be returned to us and they will pass away

And they settled in the fortress of Ar-Ran Rizha from Al-Waji.

And every dear to the prince is humiliated

And in every soul what is left of it is boredom

And in every sword there are remnants left

And without sumisat, the landfills and the mullah

unknown valleys and hujul

He wore the veil therein to the land of Marash

And the Romans have speeches in the country, Jalil

So when they saw him alone, he accepted his army.

They realize that both worlds are curious

and that the spears of the line are short

And that India's iron is dull

So he gave them the horse's breast and his sword.

A boy whose strength is like giving is abundant

A horse with all the money

But he is stingy with armor

So he bid farewell to their slain, and sent them on their way.

By striking the white grouse, there are plains

Astonished at Constantine's heart

And if he had cables on his legs

Perhaps one day, O Damastoq, you will return.

How many fugitives will he turn to?

you escaped with one of your wounded prostitutes

And you let one of your agitators run out

I surrender to sin your son as a fugitive

And a friend of yours will live in this world

In your face, what I forget from a sprinkler

We will help you from it with a moaning and howling

The length and breadth of the armies deceived you

I have a drink for the armies I eat

If the lion had nothing but prey

He fed him, and it did not benefit you that you were an elephant

If the appeal did not enter you courage

It is the appeal that did not enter you into it

And if the days are yet to see his arrival

He taught the days how to arrive

I ransomed you from kings whose names were not called Muadiyah.

For you past the two blades are satin

If some people are the sword of a state

People have trumpets and drums

I am the Forerunner and the Guide to what I say

As the saying before the saying is said

And what do people say about what makes me suspicious?

Origins and those who say it have no origins

Returned to what necessitates love for the boy

I calm down while thoughts wander

Except the pain of the envious daw it

If it settles in the heart, then it does not change

And do not covet the affection of an envious person

And if you show it to him and obtain it

And we will receive the incidents with our souls

Many people have few livelihoods

make it easier for us to hurt our bodies

And recognize our symptoms and minds

Young and proud, Wael's daughter conquers

You are among the best of the proud

Ali mourns the death of his enemy

If you don't tie him down with arrows, he's a ghoul

Minaya partner and booty souls

Every death is not killed by Ghulul

If states are an oath, then they are

to whom death is about

For those who make the world easy for the soul for an hour

Whites have a jingle at the top of the truffle