The most beautiful poems

The most beautiful poems

These are some beautiful poems

Discover the passion in your voice.. buried groans

You hide between your breath.. so that I don't see it

I don't know if it is love.. which I feared

Or was she afraid of blame.. so she preferred tranquility

(Abdullah Al-Faisal) …

I lent you my sight, and you blinded my eyes

I raised you to the highest, so I put my affairs in order

I clothed you and revealed my body

Ecstatic winner of the festival

Your jacket from the arrows of lethal life

So the arrows hit my horse

And you are not to blame, how can I hope

Musk out of nowhere

(Mohamed Abdel Muttalib Gad) …

vows of love

Yesterday I had a broken heart

And the people rested from it and rested

That era of my life has passed

Between rejuvenation, complaint, and wailing

But love is like a star in the space

His light is erased by the morning lights

And the joy of love is an illusion that does not last

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

And vows of love are dreams that fade away

When the mind awakens...

I forget to die

The waves of this night absorb me in the evil of my silence

And repeat what you started and intend to miss and not miss

It raises my pain and forces me to be silent

And you say to me: Die, you who are withered, so I forget that I die!

(Abdullah Al-Bardouni) …

vision

out of your blood

Looking for a home in you

Soaked in tears

A homeland you may have lost in fear of

And I sought to wander so that it would not be lost

(Muhammad Al-Fitouri) …

Tears

There are no ruins left to weep over

How does a nation cry from which they took away its tears?

(Nizar Qabbani) …

clatter

What is lost will bring me back, except for the extinction of my ambition

Ambition is a garden whose flowers are my dreams

If an event shakes me, I repeat the clouds to the sky

And the clouds of the sky will clear for the awakening of the days

Today is gone, and tomorrow is the time to meet me

Early in the morning subject to my will and my goals

(Think Coptic) …

_ My ministry was shy

You only visit in the dark

I gave her terminals and mattresses

So I healed her and became in my bones

The skin is tight on myself and her

Expand it with all kinds of sickness

As if the morning expels it, so it runs

Madamaaha four Sajam

I watch her time without longing

Observe the stimulus that is investigated

And believe her promise and honesty is evil

If I throw you into anguish bones

I am the son of eternity, I have every girl

How did you get out of the crowd?

You wounded a wound that did not remain in it

A place for swords or arrows

I wish the hair of my hands would touch me

Uzmam's ears are swayed