Sad poetry about mother

the mother

The mother is the source of safety, love, and giving on earth. She is the chest that contains you if you feel the cold of the wound, the cruelty of the days, and the injustice of the world towards you. These are some of the sad poems written about the mother:

Sad poetry about mother

• A person tempted an ignorant boy one day

With his money until he gets it

He said bring me your mother's heart, boy

You have dirhams, jewels and pearls

So he went and plunged a dagger into her chest

And the heart took it out and returned to the effect

But he is too fast

Vtroll heart bruised as found

The mother's heart called him while he was forgiven

My love, did you suffer any harm?

• Visit your parents and stand at their graves

As if I have transferred to them

If you were where they are, they would have stayed

They visited you crawling, not on their feet

What was their fault to you so long

They gave you the same kindness from themselves

If they saw something wrong with you

He was alarmed when she complained and it was hard for them

If they heard your moaning, they would cry

Tears of regret ran down their cheeks

They wished they had found comfort in you

With everything it contains, it is in their hands

You will join them tomorrow or the day after

Certainly, as they followed their parents

And you will regret your actions as you do

They both regretted what they had done

Good luck if you do a good deed

I fulfilled some of their rights

I read the book quite a bit

You can and sent that to them

And I spent something like your money’s charity

They also sinned against their parents

Therefore, you have kept my commandment and do it

Perhaps you will achieve victory from their righteousness

• Your mother has a right to know a lot

Many of you, this one has it easy

How many nights have you spent your nights complaining?

It has within it a groan and an exhalation

And in the situation, if you know it, it will be difficult

Whoever dives from it, the heart flies

How often did she wash away the hurt in her right hand?

And its stone is only your bed

And she will save you from what she complains about herself

And from her breast, Namir drank

How many times has she been hungry and given you her strength?

Tenderness and compassion when you were young

So, he who has reason and follows his desires

Aha to the blind hearted man who sees

Without you, I desire the generality of her supplication

For what you call for, you are poor

Sad poems about mother

Among the beautiful poems that were said about the mother, we mention to you the following:

Mother's lament

How different is he who cries without knowledge?

Randomly, and whoever cries for a covenant is a criminal

For my life, the one I love has been greatly destroyed

I wanted to die while they were safe

What life after a mother lost

Just as a person loses his albumin when he is thirsty.

She turned away, so patience turned away from me and returned to me.

Falling in love with her made my body heal and made me sick

And all that remains is a sad memory.

And a ghost that comforts me when a party is worried

She was a delight to my eyes and to my dialect

Happy, but the limb and heart were disappointed in them

If it were not for my belief in the judiciary and its ruling

I would have cut myself off out of eagerness and regret

I had heart-warming news, and it was almost here

His sides become impossible, so they blend together

To you; You have attained a forbidden throne

You became deaf and humiliated in distress

The mourner praised him, and I was a warrior

So I threw the determined sword from my palm

And a pain came to my heart if I had obeyed it

The pillar of glory is about to be destroyed.

But I reviewed my dream, to be discouraged

About war, the meeting is praiseworthy and honorable

When the soldiers recovered, darkness fell

And both armies returned to roost.

I turned away my thoughts and tears

On the cheek they expose the concealed conscience

O nation, the consolation has passed away, and the

Misfortunes that make the heart stop blaming them.

And I saw beautiful patience rewarded.

After that, I began to see him as a sinner.

How can a soul who has been shielded enjoy life?

From sadness a dress with stylized tears?

I was deeply hurt by the loss of loved ones

And whoever feels the loss of his beloved in pain

I was afraid to see you sick

So how did you become greater in the soil?

She reached the age of ninety in the best of blessings.

And whoever accompanies the days forever, they will be destroyed

If a person’s age increases, his share decreases.

Of livelihood and decrease is the scourge of growth

I wish we were dust, and we are not

We were created, and we were not presented to eternity in advance

The nature of this age refuses to be kind to them.

How are the hands of someone who is stingy and in love?

He struck us by surprise, and struck us

And he saw our humiliation, and he took control of us.

How can eternity preserve the joy of a sane person?

He destroyed the two living things: Aad and Jurham

He is the cruelest to deceive, he digs if he grazes

He is treacherous when he repays, and he is treacherous when he repays.

How many times has he betrayed a covenant and violated a trust?

He broke a promise and made permissible a forbidden act

If the days were treacherous by wasting them away

Ali, who among the people remains Muslim?

And I know that the outcome is sorrow

Even if it lasts a long time, it will not quench the bitterness that swells

But it is a soul that sees patience as a curse.

upon her, and is satisfied with eagerness as a gain.

How did he see me forgetting a time of betrayal?

I was familiar with her desires: emerging and decisive

Were it not for the painful one, I would not have been commanded.

With tears, and I did not utter a rhyme.

O Lord of the Grave, Noble with what it contains

When will my soul recover, and where? And rarely

Can a person ransom a departed person?

How much did they pierce him? Who did they pierce?

The hand of Ridwan gave you a cup of dignity

From Kawthar Al-Fayyad, sweet-smelling

The scent of greeting is still fresh

On you, and the air of contentment is wafting

Let the heart cry for you, not the eye; I am

I see the heart is more faithful to its promises and more generous

By God, I will never forget you as long as I leave

And no bird is humiliated by the Arak

Peace be upon you, and there will be no meeting after that

To the gathering when the last meets the first

He consoles me when I am dead

He comforts me when I am dead and my situation brings tears

It flows from what is inside me and he cries while he consoles me

I cry, sigh, and draw pictures with sadness

They force me to walk while my legs can't help me

I killed my care with my own hands, I killed love and mercy

I deprived the soul of its right and I make it cry and it makes me cry

But it is a dream in front of me that restricts me from screaming

My father woke up, but I was unable to come to someone to wake me up

I sacrifice my heart for you, mother, and no matter what words you say

It's too small for you, but I hope you'll excuse me

You stole the joy from my home. It is true that I am self-deprecating

It is true that I am a bad girl and everything I hear is about me

Their eyes wander to me, taking measurements of me

Their faces turned away from me, as if I had changed my religion

They think their sadness is greater and they are the owners of this tragedy

I challenge them if they have a quarter of what burns in me

My destiny decreased after your death and the ecstasy of pleasures disappeared

Worry became my crutch to make me cry and make me cry

You gave it to me without an account, and I didn't hear you say bring it

I drink tricks of your blood and your blood is enough for me

Come back, it's enough for me to sit with you for a few moments

I will kiss your hand and your foot and spread the eyelashes for you

O mother, do not let them say that what has died has passed away

Come, change this and I will obey you for the rest of my years

Leave the habit of making mistakes and do what you want with silence

I pray Fajr on time before you wake me up

O mother, come back and extinguish the candle of groans

Your father, you and no one else condole me on your death

He hugged me and treated me like the trespasses were

I don't want anyone to console me. Your father consoles me

Come on, but don't cry if you see tears in me

I can make you cry if you make me cry

Good morning, mom

Good morning, mother, I'm talking to you

Come on with pride and eagerness to smell me

Good morning, mom and come, open the door

I have been away for a long time. Please excuse me

A period of time has passed and my dream has disappeared

But I swear to God, you will teach me

He is the ledge of Yamah and I will not betray Rabaj

But alienation came between you and me

Come and break the basement

And with the same eyelid, cover me

Come on, my dog ​​is on fire

I need a hug, hug me

Come on, my eyes are dangerous

You are my torment and the alienation of my years

Hear me, hear me, hear me

I want you to fall asleep, and let me go

Since the day of the funeral, he has not been at ease

I was paralyzed with worry when I was in my twenties

You are filled with joy, my mother, with a third of faith

And I linked the severity of sadness to my right hand

Because I can't forget to say goodbye to you, I'm sorry

Your name is my blood and all my arteries

Come and say goodbye to me, I am tired

But I see a needle and my eyes smile

But you are the only one who can do this

With the dust of the eyelid, he is loved by Tishreen

Listen to me, Yumma, and come on

My mother won't come to hurt me

Come on, I don't want any excuses

Give me the wicket, oh mother, to me

The mother's womb is a curse to you

The mother's womb is a curse to you

It was in my blood and in my sweats

Or is it a punishment for what has been crushed by it?

My love and my longing

Your mother carried despair to the ground

She and you were the hope deep inside me

You came in the form of a mutant and did not land

You died as a dream that grew on my mind

Because I gave up my love and did not give up

-You are only left with the remaining crumbs

You lived in my eyeballs for an hour of horror

My grief was overshadowed by my pity

She saw me as if I was in a corpse

A world in you with desolate horizons

I saw the terrifying monster on Ak

-Hassan and the dwarf joined the giant

And the snake's tongue is in the kiss of the Lord

Nettle and poison in the protective drink

And I heard the loud voice in the sweet melody

B And the enemy’s voice in the covenant

How many souls have I seen pronounce the oath?

He rises from it to the point of relief

How the soul abhors the pleasure of sin

Its juice is sweet in taste

How much a boy costs hell in my eyes

And in the heart there is a dream for the sky

And He will help Hell and save me

Some of it is not creative

And I heard life chanting in silence

The cheering will echo from my trumpets

The dead were destroyed in my living womb

They poisoned the albumin in my antidote

So I put the dwarves into my markets

A lesson of destruction in lovers

And I saw Paradise coiled with serpents

-He my branches and ruffled my leaves

Nature appeared to me as a world

From the perfection of the coordination of tastes

I saw inanimate objects full of love

Each chest has a leg on it

Indeed, in love there is an image of God

Where in creation is the image of the Creator?

the mom

She is the mother, an inspirational principle

Merciful

It is tame and easy

And the hillock

air permeate

deep in the universe

To sprout its bright colors

Weaves the melody of a life of bliss

on the soul jacket

And wellness

Like the embrace of heaven

Irwa al-Bawadi

Precipitation

From the tenderness of the tenderness

warm blanket

Frost night

And sweeten the breezes

in the harsh

If the universe had a weight of love

She would have the cuff

remaining