Short sad poetry

Short sad poetry

• In this article, we will present a group of sad poems:

Any sadness, stay away from me and let my wound remove my concern

And I am in you, O my sorrow, other than torment, I do not reap

What grief do you have from me? Don't you see what's in me is enough for me

I am tired of wishing so much, and you are not a barrier to me

Whatever sadness, do not misunderstand me, for you are indispensable to me

I have pains that cry, and I have wounds that bleed

O sadness, do you think that I have had enough of you?

Isn't it time yet, isn't it time for your demise, my sadness?

• I passed by chance on the street of sorrows

I found a dream lost step and meaning

He was searching through the remains of time

About the pulse stole before the eyes

It brings back memories of the world of Ashgan

He turns pages forgotten

Moments springing from the well of deprivation

To drown the heart with despair and humiliation

The human pulse salutes him to feelings of sorrow

Greetings from the night of sorrow. Tears flood the eyes.

• Consider me the words of the one who wrote it

Whatever your universe narrowed his village

Consider your grief to me

Or he cried in a moment of grief

Consider me dear to whom I mentioned

Or the past that I forgot

Or I tell you, consider me as you consider it

What matters in the end is his love!

• I let out my first moan when I found your cruelty

Tucked among the sweet talkers

Another groan I aborted when the honey ran out, and the words did not stop

And a third when you leave, without a farewell word befitting a woman

And the fourth is her cry when you return looking for me thousands of times

And groan after groan, after endless groans

Until she became the holder of the title “Queen of Groans” without a competitor

And one last sigh, which I release today while I am completely happy, at the height of my hope, and at the height of my yearning.

I conclude with it the series of sighs at the station of your delusional love

There is a new love looming on the horizon!

• I wish I would prose what painted me

Is my time punishing me, or is my time tempting me?

I told him to go, why did he come to me?

Did he come tormented or remorseful? He could not forget me

Or his wives are extinct, so he follows me to meet me

I will hide from him, I am not a criminal

He was always the culprit!

Sadness poem

-Nizar Qabbani.

Your love taught me to grieve

I have been in need for ages

For a woman who makes me sad

For a woman I cry in her arms like a sparrow

For a woman who collects my parts

Fragments of broken crystal

Teach me your love.. my lady

My worst habits

Teach me to open my cup

Thousands of times a night

And I am experimenting with apothecary medicine

And I knocked on the door of fortune tellers

Teach me to get out of my house

To clear the sidewalks

I chase your face

In the rain, and in the lights of cars

And I chase your spectrum

Even...even

in advertisement sheets

Teach me your love

How do I wander for hours

In search of gypsy poetry

All the gypsies envy him

In search of a face...for a voice...

It is all faces and sounds

Your love brought me in.. my lady

cities of sorrows

And I did not enter before you

cities of sorrows

I never knew

That tears are human

The person is without sorrow

human memory

teach me your love..

To act like a boy

to paint your face

With chalk on the walls

And on the sails of the fishermen

on the bells

On the crosses

Teach me your love

How love changes the map of time

Teach me when I love

The earth stops spinning

Your love taught me things..

It was never taken into account

I read children's stories.

I entered the palaces of the kings of the elves

And I dreamed that you would marry me

Sultan's daughter.

Those eyes are clearer than the water of the bays

Her lips are more delicious than pomegranate blossoms

And I dreamed that I kidnapped her

like knights...

And I dreamed that I would give it to her

Pearl and coral collars..

Your love taught me, my lady, what delirium is

Teach me how life passes..

And the Sultan's daughter does not come

teach me your love..

How I love you in all things

in the naked bush

in dry, yellow leaves

In the rainy weather.. in the air

In the smallest cafe..

In the evening we drink our black coffee..

Your love taught me to shelter

For hotels that have no names

Churches that have no names

And cafes that have no names

teach me your love..

How the night amplifies the sorrows of strangers

Teach me.. how to see Beirut

A woman...the tyrant of temptation

A woman.. gets dressed every evening

Your most beautiful fashion

And spray perfume.. on her breasts

For sailors.. and princes..

Teach me your love

To cry without crying

Teach me how sadness sleeps

Like a legless boy..

In (Al-Raouche) and (Al-Hamra) roads..

Your love taught me to grieve

And I've been needing it for ages

For a woman.. makes me sad

For a woman.. I cry in her arms

like a sparrow

For a woman who collects my parts

Fragments of broken crystal..

He didn't wait for anyone

-Mahmoud Darwish.

He didn't wait for anyone

He did not feel a lack of existence

Before him is a river as gray as his coat

And the light of the sun fills his heart with awakening

And the trees are tall

He did not feel out of place

The wooden seat, his coffee, and a glass of water

And strangers, and things in the coffee shop

as it is

And the same newspapers: Yesterday's News and Alam

He pops up dead as usual

He did not feel the need for hope to comfort him

As if the unknown greens in the desert

Or a wolf longs for a guitar

He won't be able to repeat... I know

The last step since the first step

He says to himself, I have not strayed from the world.

I haven't come close to a scientist

He didn't wait for anyone..and he didn't feel inferior

in his feelings.

Autumn is still its royal host,

He is tempted by music that brings him back to the Renaissance

Golden... and poetry rhymed with planets and range

He did not wait for anyone in front of the river

In the waiting period, the in-laws of the league

In the waiting I am a river, he said

I'm not being hard on myself, no

harsher than anyone

I escape from a fatal question:

what do you want

what do you want?

When you contemplate

-Mahmoud Darwish.

When you prolong your meditation on a rose

You cut a wall, and you say to yourself:

I hope to recover from sand

Your heart turns green

When you accompany a female to the circus

Have a beautiful day as an icon

And be a guest at the horse dance

Your heart turns red

When you count the stars, you still miss

Thirteen, and sleepy like a child

in the blue of the night

Whiten your heart

When you walk and don't find the dream

He walks in front of you like a shadow

Your heart yellows!

do not leave me

-Mahmoud Darwish.

Patriot your forehead, so listen to me

do not leave me

behind the fence

wild herb,

A deserted camp

do not leave me

unhappy moon

A beggar planet between the branches

do not leave me

Free my grief

And hold me in the hand of the sun pouring

Above the portholes of my prison

And you used to burn me

If you are mine

A passion for my stones, for my olives

With my window.. my ventricle

Patriot your forehead, so listen to me

do not leave me!