Sweetest love poems

Love poetry

Love was closely related to poetry, as it contains music that expresses what the lovers feel. In this article, we present to you a beautiful bouquet of poetry that expresses the emotion of love, and the accompanying feelings and feelings.

The sweetest love poem

• Time expires, and I will not betray your covenant

Never though I have suffered all humiliation

I seek you whenever my secret lightning flashes

Or the elk wailing in the branches.

• I explain my heart in love and keep quiet

But my self about my hobbies translates

And I was a cell, I didn't know what passion was

So I became alive and the heart was orphaned.

• The book arrived, your book, so I took it

And I stuck it to my heart from the burning

As if you were with me all day

And if I lie down, it will be under my pillow.

• Princess Hassan ornaments under your captivity

I am miserable with the torture of pain

Princess Al-Hassan I did not know the love nor

Free the air before I saw your vision

Princess Hassan, fear God and be just

Judgment if the Lord of beauty and you.

• My love, I can't find enough to describe her

Like her beauty, love was created.

• Repeat the letters of passion, both of us

In his whim is a tortured murderer

Don't say it will end

Choice and destiny, the impossible will not return it.

• It is surprising that I yearn for them

And I ask, longing, about them while they are with me

My eyes cry while they are black

The cores of my heart complain while they are between my ribs.

• The lover's heart is pure in its purity

Idenh longing of a lover even unjustly

Life is misery in its heat

Long live the lover, even if it is in its rocks

How many lovers lost vision Bnazrah

Despite the torment, they defied the horizon and stormed

Oh bearer of the palm, bring the cup full

Learn in its embers from an old age and from a pyramid.

• Memories of yesterday haunt me

O woe my heart tomorrow in prison idol

The story of love from the beginning is a sacrifice

Even if the lover's tears are heartbreaking

Love melted you, how dry

About you beloved and how much in his love section

How do you feel sorry for a ruling that you accepted?

And the most difficult love in abandonment may rule.

• These are your steps, walking the path bent

Except you Hud and build you what Nedhmma

Omar on the balconies of the star, his home

So how do we get back a life that was lost and no longer existed?

Take me to him, my heart is in his presence

Ihvo nostalgia even in love mute

Come back to your senses, child of passion, chirp

The child lives, even from his breasts

Take me to those who find me hard to see

For the sake of his eyes, I love the letter and the pen.

• Yesterday I had a heart and it died

And people relieved him and rested

That era of my life has passed

Between rejuvenation, complaint and wailing

Love is like a star in space

His light is erased by the morning lights.

• And the joy of love and they do not last long

And the beauty of love is a shadow that does not reside

The vows of love are dreams that fade away

When the right mind awakens.

• How much you stayed up the night and longing with me

I watch him so as not to sleep

And the imagination of conscience protects my bed

He said: Do not come close, for sleeping is forbidden

And my feet whispered in my ear:

Whoever wants to connect does not complain of sickness.

• O sons of my mother, if Suad comes

You ask the boys about a gloomy pour

So tell her that the days of the distance

I put out that flame from my excitement

And the place of embers has dissolved ashes

Solace erased the traces of wailing.

• If you get angry, don't get angry

And if she mourns, be pitiful

And if you laugh, don't be surprised

This is what all lovers do.

• There we stood, lips silent

As if we are aware, but we are not found

We are silent, but the eyes are silent

The softest talk is what the eyes are drawn to

We got drunk or wine, but it is passion

If a person's heart hardened, the weakness of wisdom

She said, with tears running down her eyelids

And he returned a yellow on her pink cheek

Wouldn't it be better, my friend, death is here

If you don't taste the bad, you must

So I told her that I am a lover of everything

You love that the poison from you is witness

She said, "Do you yearn for me?"

Let the joke that one is his grandfather

I said to her if I was in the mole Rata

You are not with me, by God, I am not pleased with eternity

If it is not a cradle for you, it will include me

It would be better for me, India, if we included a limit.

• I want to flirt with you

And I like it

where do I start

You are my dream

And an endless dream

Every color comes back

As if spring does not know

Except the color of your love

It surpasses all colours

I didn't know perfume had colors

So I smell it with colors on the body

You are infinite

The love between us is unknown

The name is unknown

And all is subject to change

Only you are a dream

All letters of exchange are suspended

And all spinning poems are allowed.

love poems

Among the beautiful love poems, we chose the following for you:

Yarn to the palm of salt

Izz al-Din al-Manasra

Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden

No matter the morning trial, we will rise

On the roads, crowds of wanderers

They say: It passed like a palm tree in Bir Saba

And I said to her: Oh my girl

Blessed be this strength

Your eyes from a vigil that does not sleep

And your twilight girdle is the silk of Damascus

On your waist is the sword and the inscription on the chest

This is haram!

And roast us like an oak in the ashes of winter

Our formation is in the roots, the hearts, the bones

I shouted with the two phones: It is forbidden for you.

Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden

Your whiteness is salt from the bottom between the lines

And the taste of your lips is like the final nectar.

And it was said to us: You are from the trial of the purple.

I'll tell the story from the beginning of the leg

of knee butter

It is the fury of the bottom

His earthquake divided the two countries

Any woman made from the elements of our common mistakes

And from Ruth's field she gathers grain

After our popular seasons

Aren't you the whiteness that amazed poets!

Isn't agriculture on a hill near the shepherd's field!

Aren't you purity!

And you're still as salty as our sheep's cheese - fresh.

I will tell the story from Sidrat al-Mubtada

I write it on this piece of paper:

I see you as a pillar of salt in a dream before dusk

As the palm of salt could not resist the earthquake of the anchors

Smoke envelops the villages, embers from the twilight flames in its windings

I see you at dawn, a legend in the imagination of the clouds

Like a cloud of cotton, his dew adores the monastery of the hills

Didn't you notice my standing in borders, wet with tears?

I call out to the height of my torment: be patient

Be patient on your woods... as Jesus

And you were the smoke of towns and mornings,

When school girls in bloody green,

Striped like their aprons, horizon lines loom.

Yes, you were once an apple in the morning

Yes, you were at the time of the sea, pure in the eyes of the sailor

Why, if the bottom is angry, do you become a pillar of salt?

in the desolate hill

People like us visit you hidden from the eyes of the lions

We smell you like a sin, then caress your high branches

As if you are like nightingales imprisoned in a cage

Overlooking cities in the clouds

As if you are cursed in the lines of the book.

Come on

Let's re-read her poems,

Before the earth gets angry again in the spring

Let's decipher her amazing gesture

What if she is a charming woman

And what if she turned, by chance, or deliberately turned around?

To the eyeliner of her adornment, and it sinks into the sea at evening

to foam memories

And what if our friend is as incapable as promises

Jealous of the dry rose

He could not tame these thunders

He could not tame his filly in the dark

He was not taught, so he claimed that he was fleeing from the sins of Thamud

Simple question, where is the answer?!

But I'm near tonight

I stood on the hill of questions

To scatter, O neighbor, a handful of your ashes,

Over the hills of love

Perhaps you come - if only once - in a dream.

Perhaps you come - if by chance - in a dream!

in the cloud of love

Abdul Rahman Al-Ashmawy

My poetry and my love for you meet

And on the path to you they agree

They opened the big door for me

Opening I saw the bushes of the garden

And I saw a clear spring and a garden

fraught with wormwood and basil

And I saw in it the lavender has a story

It is narrated documented to the buttercup

And I entered your beautiful world, but it did not see

My eyes are nothing but the droplet of the Qur’an

Its shadows extend over the walkers

They see the good entanglement of branches

And I saw the garden of hadith with its fruits

Earned for a dedicated student of knowledge

And I saw the oases of Qassim, but I did not see it

My eyes are only my house and my place

When I entered, I saw Unaizah's face

Like a full moon at night, it meets me

And I saw its great mosque

I saw a edifice with fixed pillars

And I saw a mihrab adorned with piety

And with sincerity of sermon and good statement

And I heard the takbeer of the muezzin

I love the sound of the muezzin and the call to prayer

God is great, if the world becomes smaller

The arena of faith has been raised and enlarged

God is great then the dew hums

And the meaning of love is good in the conscience

O Sheikh, my poem ran to you

With its green letters and weights

In her running pictures of love that

Uplift ourselves from grudges

In the tent of love we met just like

The eyes received the sources of their light

O Sheikh, this river of my love is still

A freshener flows to you

It flows from the wellspring of affection and contentment

And the spirit of fertility flows to the dunes

A love marked by the feeling that we are

We rise to charity

And love transcends souls if tomorrow

Its light is in obedience to the Most Gracious

These are your fatwas that you sent

To light up the mind of the bewildered liquid

In it you worked hard, just like you to be seen

His diligence is clear evidence

So you are between pay and pay in

The best of the Lord and the elevation of the matter

You have faith in the most sincere religion

It completed the radiance of religions

So your fatwa flaunts in the clothes of honesty

And humility to the Creator and Judge

Your fatwa leaves our country

Across the ether illuminated the title

The stirrups drove it from right to left

Sham.. to India to Iran

It reached South Africa

And its north.. and it went to the Balkans

And from distant states I sailed

After Europe to Chechnya

So you lost light in a time when you were dressed

Fatwas have a tinge of delirium

And the emblem of those who wear it is her sackcloth

My fatwa I give to whoever gave me

Oh, woe to them, they entered through the door that

It leads inside to losers

O Sheikh, you are only for our nation

A spring removes the clouding of thirst

You taught us how to make our concern

At the service of souls, not bodies

You taught us how to think well

God in secret and in revelation

You taught us that the awareness of our minds

It raises us above the rank of animals

Oh our Sheikh, preach.. Your knowledge is an oasis

There are fruits for science Duane

The rings of your holy mosque are a beacon

For information, the darkness of the mind is erased

Between the hadith and the verses of our book

Hours pass without delay

And knowledge of God's law is the best message

On earth, the value of man is raised

Our Sheikh, our prayers are being made

Two hands were raised towards the sky

We hope you will be rewarded and healthy

And happiness with forgiveness and forgiveness

O Sheikh, no, by God, you are not disturbed

Cut my letters or twist my tongue

He is our love in God fruitful branch

Poetry that conveys the feelings of conscience

This is the building of goodness, you built it

And the sign of success in building