Sorrow
May God keep sadness away from us and from you, and it is a state that a person expresses either by isolation, crying, or anger at times, or by writing, and expressing sadness in writing is the goal of the article, and here I present some sad poems.
Sad short poems
- Oh, the greatness of oppression, there is no trick in hand
Wounds from relatives and the fault of me and me!
If I intended to heal my anger, I did not find any means
How did he deliver my wound as long as he was stabbed in my right?
And if you cry, my eyes become stingy tears
Oh, how big it is, because the anxiety of my heart and the concern of my eyes gather together
Oh, my worries have gone too far, they have become heavy
Take a few questions from me and if you please answer me
Why after (loyalty and kindness) and great deeds
Who condemns the one whose decency first stabbed me?
And why not narrow the space in the eye of betrayal intruder
I found nothing but (the blame) finish it and show me?
Oh my worries, my wounds, the echo of the ailing soul
By God, injustice is oppression that fetters my tongue and condemns me!
On the day it was said that your envious beholder increased his saying and saying
I didn't want to, but I said, O world, have mercy on me
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The code of Menho has not been damaged. I have chosen me!
And if I keep silent and say, they are here and my years will remove it
I discovered that (the years) pass away, and worry contains me
But for the sake of the one who was elected in my grandfather's grandfather and the tribe
By God, I do not drink bitterness and bear what comes to me
And as long as there is no chest in the universe, I throw it and form it
And as long as there is no eye in it that reads my grief, which afflicts me
I only have a line of poetry that I remember every night
There is no end to the argument between my heart and my eyes
- I would collect my poetry, burn my notebooks, and shed my tears by candlelight
My tears fell on my candle to announce then that my life had become darkness without you, my love.
- O my eyes, do not fear passion in me
Oh my grief, do not make me die at night
If only I knew that in love there is an abbreviation
I would abbreviate all letters of the alphabet
Oh, if the love died in Mhgti
He is no longer alive in time
- Thank you for loving me
And from your presence you deprived me
And with the utmost tenderness she left me
With the same precision you killed me
And with the tenderness of the lover, you consoled me
And I loved others because of me
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Thank you for loving me
So you left me and it hurt me
So you killed my heart, no, by God
Rather, you killed me
- Be patient, my heart, and wait, and the sadness is muffled
All meanings changed and the picture became clear
Honesty has become non-existent in these times, like loyalty
And our souls are wounded and joy is broken
All principles are published, and whoever is with him is a bargain
Even feelings are cheaper and the word wasted
Poems in grief
Poets composed the most beautiful sad poems on various topics. Among these poems are the following:
A poem that facilitates sadness
Issa Sheikh Hassan
As lovers at the beginning of the night
We urge songs to her grass
As time opens our remote dreams
We lose our names in leaving
Snack on what's possible and dry
I bet I'm dead
remaining drop
You keep me waiting for the sheikh's hymn
when he returns to his rose
He performs the second prostration
As mothers
Their mouths full of tears babbling
Bake to the sap of the host
Qusay about palm trees
Brave without a tender fluff
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There is no moon bathed in the night of visions
And not a swallow that drinks to what we smell
Nasheed her days
and its pistachios
Which was overlooked by the tales of the cold of Canon
in the following wheat
I share with you now these lamentations
This is the pain of being
And this rain
The next morning, a pet death passes by my door
Tomorrow I come back
An angel of roses
I breathe all the space
I count the sins that I have not tasted
I count the faces drawn by their torments in my letters
And all the faces that played the mask game
And she passed me by the garment of advice
Oh and I know my heart
He will leave me and my lazy sins
In the midst of the sable
He will excel in that name (nostalgia)
Nor about me
Ki Amari Sababatah
And he knows that I have been patient with him
And polite reproach roses
And I mastered counting his mistakes
But
He will walk alone
It goes on to a sentence in absence
And I know him shy and arrogant
And he will not stoop to cry
If the letters regret it
He shaded it with a grape arbor
And I know him
As Ndamah overlooks the night
of the songs
And the cup of poetry
he sings to them
And prowl the far place
With the comfort of his groans
Yes
And I know him when my mother fills him a glass
of tea
And ignite a field of memories
Perhaps there is some wood on the fire
And I know that he does not return his greetings to me
And he does not honor my scars
Yes, reproach
Because I'm too late for it
When the bathroom woke up
On a stab in the damp evening
Yes
And extends the seas to his night
Then he runs
The noon glow beats
It makes me ecstatic
He claims that the doves are singing at the point of Noon
And I know my heart
He likes to play the letters of the country
And guards the meaning of whiteness
which diminishes to blackness
Nor does he like to humiliate the tribe
Nor to see a helmet resting
And he did not learn from the river how to travel without pebbles
He did not learn from others the professionalism of gossip
Nor did his dreams deviate from the board
His blinders
Her handkerchiefs did not stop the birds singing
And I know him
He does not yearn for me
And I am aware - I was - in the gathering of his longings
Without an excuse, I entertain flipping it
There is no shiver in the confusion of the hands
I call the day harvesting the bed
I pray without a cloud
Birds may return towards sunset
And I throw away what's left of the ordinary ones
The neighing letters
And I'm from crying over the latents
I'm bleeding
And me in my prayer on the shore of the night
An old chapter of grammar
He indulges in the goodness of evidence
I don't mind the distance between the beautiful stillness
Among the songs that washed me
With long, long sadness
Guardian of my larks
If the hoarse between the fingers my heart
And money on a withered rose
Be distracted, to leave me and my lazy sins
In the midst of the sable
And I have a bleeding pain that does not heal
If my girlfriend left me
She said, "I'm late."
And I went into a deadly alienation
Who will take solace in me
And who will decorate my little grave with a house of lamentation?
So I went short, short
to the family book
to the home of my heart
But my heart will walk alone
To fall asleep in a respite of singing
I yearn for a misfortune
However, I am afraid that if I do not cry, they will wake up
My tears wet their pajamas
so I laugh
Laugh
Laugh
Even the loose crying
And I have everything left by the stars of light
He turns away
But every groan is sadness
She sighs from the mud
Sad daygrass
And then I have a good ember
My good brothers die with it
The ashes of the texts are interpreted in us
And you read our tired days
A poem of sadness and anger
Mahmoud Darwish
The sound in your lips does not rejoice
And the fire in your lungs is invincible
And your father's father is crucified on the shoes of an immigrant
And her lips give only you, and her breasts milk
Do not get angry
Yesterday we met on the road from time to time
Your lips are pregnant
All the groaning of the oaks was gone
And you told me for the fiftieth time
So-and-so's love and so-and-so's love
And a bottle of cognac
tents, and the Yemeni sword
In vain you numb your open wound
Orgy of bottles
In vain volunteered, O night's wildest wishes
The wind in your lips destroys the songs you built
Do not get angry
They said smile to live
Your eyes smiled at the road
And your eyes disavowed a heart that was ignited by fire
And you swore to me that I am happy, comrade
And I read the philosophy of slave smiles
Wine, green, and a slender body
So if you see my blood in your wine
How do you drink, mate?
The village and the ruins
And the developer, and the earth, and the waste
and the trunks of your olives
Owl or crow nests
Who prepared the plow this year?
Who raised the dirt
Oh you, where is your brother, where is your father?
They are a mirage
Where did you come from wall security
Or fell from the clouds
Do you see preserving the dignity of the dead?
At the end of the night, he knocked on a door
And don't get angry
Do you love her?
I loved before you
She trembled at her shady locks
Was Beautiful
But she danced on my grave and my few days
She and the others were trapped on the long dance floor
And you and I blame history
And science that has lost manhood
About us
Let the streets roar
He is quenched from the humiliation of our slain flag
Do not get angry
We carried grief for years, and the morning did not come
Sadness is a fire that extinguishes our lust for days
The wind wakes her up
And the wind you have how to bridle it
And you have no weapon
Except to meet the wind and fire
In a desolate country
Abstract sadness poem
marginal student
I asked you, my friend:
What despair befell you this evening
So you lit your candles at the time of crying.
I put my hands on your old face
I hold an old sadness
I saw your heart was dead
a long time ago
And your soul was shed with tears
To betray you!
Are you sad to the end of the soul?
Until you sing your flute?!
Alas, I raised my lamp to your eyes
To see you
I saw you crying drunk
Tears wet your beard
And the flute takes care of your affairs!
You left me, so life made me miss you
I even missed you in my solitude, stranger
And when I sought you
Your eyes are thirsty
Forget your heart, so far away, so weeping
I appeal to you, father of sorrow
How did you let your orphans cry?
This crying?!
And how did you leave the mawwal hanged?
And the violins make you cry!