The most beautiful romantic poems

Romantic poetry

Romantic poetry is considered one of the most beautiful and sweetest types of poetry, because it contains themes of love, love, and the groans and suffering of lovers. Romantic poetry takes you to live above the stars, the whispering of the night, the planets, monologue with birds and nightshades, complaining to them, and flying like seagulls roaming over the seas. Many poems have been written in Romantic poetry was one of the sweetest dreamy poems that told stories of love and lovers.

One of the most prominent poets of romantic poetry in the pre-Islamic era was the poet Imru’ al-Qais, who presented us with immortal poems describing his beloved and his longing for her. In the Umayyad era, there were many poets of love, such as Qais ibn al-Mulawh, who wrote poems about his love for Laila and his torments while being away from her. In the modern era, he The poet Nizar Qabbani had the greatest impact in enriching romantic poetry, as he inflamed people’s hearts with many poems that carry the most wonderful meanings of sincere romance, tender love, and intense feelings. Here is a collection of some of the most beautiful romantic poems.

Ask me, my love

Nizar Qabbani

Ask me, my love

What is the difference between me and the sky?

The difference between you

If you laugh, my love

Forget the sky

Oh Lord, my heart is no longer enough

Because whoever loves it is equivalent to the world

So put one in my chest

Others are as small as the world

You still ask me about my birthday

Record what you don't know

The date of your love for me is the date of my birth

With black eyes

With clear, rainy eyes

I never ask my Lord for anything but two things

To protect these eyes

It gives me two more days to write poetry

In these two pearls

I doubt to the heavens how you were able

To sum up all the women on earth

If you, my friend, were crazy

You threw away your jewels

And you sold your bracelets

And you fell asleep in my eyes

For your eyes what the heart finds and what it finds

Al-Mutanabbi

For your eyes what the heart finds and what it finds

And for love, what is left of me and what is left

And I was not one of those whose heart adoration entered

But he who sees your eyelids loves

And between contentment and discontent, nearness and intentions

scope for lacrimal lacrimation

And the sweetest passion is what doubts the connection to his Lord

In desertion, it is time to hope and beware

And my anger at the pampering made me drunk with the boy

I interceded for her from my sparkling youth

clear-cut mustache

I covered my mouth from him so he kissed my parting

And deer horses like your horse, visit me

I did not find out that he was unemployed.

And not everyone who loves abstains when he is empty

Afafy and satisfies love and horses meet

God watered the boy's days with what pleased them

And do the verb of the ancient Babylonian

If you don't wear forever enjoying it

pierced and the garment was not pierced

And I did not see the likeness of the day of their departure

He sent with all the killing of every pity

Confused eyes turned as if

chariot whose pupils are higher than mercury

on the eve they turn us away from crying

And about the pleasure of farewell is the fear of separation

We bid them farewell, and between us, as if

Qana Ibn Abi al-Hayja' is in the heart of a legion

A ferret then wove David's weaves

If you fall into it, like the tissue of a dandelion

Huad for armies' property as if it were

truffle spirits choose and select

put on them all the armor and belts

And every wall and ditch will flee to them

He changes between lickan and wasit with it

and concentrate it between the Euphrates and Jalaq.

and returns it red as if it was authentic

cries blood out of the mercy of the auditor

Do not inform him of what I say

Brave, when the appeal is mentioned to him, it is derived

The sharp edges of the swords are its tip

Playful with the edges of cracked speech

As his liquid who asks rain drops

As a excuse for him who said to the ark, attach

You have worked so hard that you have found success in every sect

Until praise came to you from every sense

The king of the Byzantines saw your comfort with dew

So he took the place of the sycophantic sycophant

and left the Samharan spears submissive

To train him to stab and smarter

And a writer from a far away land

Close on horses around you preceded

And his Messenger walked in your path

He walked only over a broken hill

When he came near, his whereabouts were hidden from him.

The gleaming beam of iron

And he came walking in the rug, so he didn't know

To the sea he strives or to the full moon he ascends

And the enemies did not deter you from their attacks

Like submissiveness in flowery words

And if you wrote it before this

you wrote to him in the stump of damascus

If you give him safety, ask

And if you give him the limit of the hussam, then create

And did the whites leave the fast ones among them?

a prisoner to a ransom or a slave to a freedman

They have returned and the cat has returned its blades

and pass on it provision after provision

I reached a rank with the sword of the State of Light

illuminated between east and west

If he wants to play with a fool's beard

He saw my dust, then told him the truth

And the envy is not something I intended

But he who crowds the sea will drown

And people test the prince with his opinion

And he turns a blind eye with knowledge of every breach

And blinking the eye is not beneficial

If the tip of the heart is not hammered

O you who is wanted next to him, refrain

O you who are deprived, give him sustenance

And the cowardest of the knights, his companion dared

O bravest of the brave, separate him

If the enemies sought to plot his glory

His grandfather sought their plot in a frenzied quest

And the clear virtue does not support the enemy

If Fadel Al-Saeed Al-Muwaffaq is not

Stand back and cry at the memory of a loved one and a home.

Imru Al Qais

Stand back and cry at the memory of a loved one and a home.

With the loin falling out between entry, he became pregnant.

So it should be clarified, as the one that is recited is not exempted from drawing it.

When I wove it from the south and the north

You will see the barren trees in their outcrops

Its bottoms are like peppercorns

As if I was on the morning of the battle between them

In the neighborhood of Samrat, Hanzal is standing

Standing there with my companions on their mount

They say: Do not destroy with grief and beauty.

My recovery is a living example

Do you have a drawing from a pickaxe?

Like you did before Umm Al-Huwaith

Its neighbor is Umm al-Rabab in Masal

When they stand, the musk will be poured out of them.

The breeze of youth brought the wild cloves

Then tears flooded from my eyes as a young man.

On the slaughter until my tears wet my burden

Is there a day for you among them that is good?

Especially on the day of the Battle of Jaljul.

And the day I barred my mount for the virgins

What a wonder at its enduring core

So the virgins kept throwing themselves at her flesh.

And fat like the fringe of twisted damask

And the day I entered the chamber, the chamber of Unayzah

Then the woes said to you! You are my refuge.

She says, “We were both foolish.”

You have maimed my camel, O Imru' al-Qais, so come down.

So I told Hasiri to relax his reins

And do not distance me from your paralyzed side

I am like you, pregnant and breastfeeding.

So I distracted her from the one who had amulets, a transformer.

When he cried behind her, she turned away from him.

With a slit, and underneath its slit was not changed

One day, on the back of a dune, it became impossible

Ali, and she made an oath that was not permissible

I can slowly wean myself off some of this pampering

And if you have brought tears to my tears, beautify me

Even if you are a creature of mine who has displeased you

So make my clothes slip from your clothes

You are tempted by me because your love is killing me

And you do whatever Camry heart?

And your eyes did not shed any tears except to strike me

With your arrows in tens of a slain heart

And an egg of numbness that does not want to hide

I enjoyed unhurried amusement with it.

I passed her guards and people

I am on guard lest they capture my death

When the Pleiades in the sky were exposed

Exposure during the detailed scarf

So I came and she had freshened her clothes for sleep.

He has the cover except the clothing of the distinguished person

Then the two men said, “By God, you have no choice but to do so.”

And as soon as I see the deception in you, it will be removed

I left her walking, dragging behind us

On our trail is the tail of a deported trench

When we passed the neighborhood square, he retired

We built the belly of Khabat Dhu Haqqaf Aqanqal

I shook her head and she swayed.

Ali, the digestive slurry, the unsullied Raya

If she turns towards me, her scent will be lost

The breeze of youth brought the wildness of cloves

White, non-flurry

Its edges are polished like hops.

As the firstborn of struggle, whiteness with yellowness

The tiger fed it without food

It repels, prevents, and is pious

With a look from a monster and a crawling pit

And as good as fresh water, it is not obscene

If it is correct and there is no interruption

A jet black branch decorates the body

Furniture like a wobbly palm tree

Its branches are scattered upward

Al-`Aqas goes astray in two and one mursal

And a gentle scarf, like a braid, waisted

A stem like a crumbling watering pipe

And it is given cheaply, without difficulty, as if it were

Flying gazelles or eels

She lights up the darkness with dinner as if it were her

The beacon of the evening of a devout monk

And the musk maidens are sacrificed on their beds.

The forenoon sleep was not uttered by virtue.

The wise man yearns for something like her as a youth.

When you wake up early between a shield and a shield

The men's maids were entertained since childhood.

And my heart is not free from your desire

Indeed, there is an adversary among you whom I have repulsed.

Advice for his unjust torture

And by night, like the waves of the sea, it let down its waves

I am afflicted with all kinds of worries

So I said to him when he stretched his cross

And he added “Ajaz” and “Naa” with “Kalakul.”

Oh long night, don't you leave me?

In the morning, and what is the best morning for you?

What a starry night you have!

With all the caverns of the thread, it is pulled tight and withers

As if the chandelier was suspended in its fasteners

with linen yarns as far as the valley of Jandal

And the birds lunched in their nests

In a single, everlasting temple

Cunning mastermind inevitable future together

Like a boulder of rock torn down by a torrent from above.

As a dead person that removes the core from the state of its body

As the serenity faded away

Wiping if the swimmers are on the color

We spread the dust with the kicked clay

There is a force on the wither, as if it has been shaken

If he invades it, he will boil a cauldron.

The boy removes the light from his fasting

And he twists himself with the heavy, violent garments

A pearl like a newborn's sheep

He turned his palms over with a connected thread.

He has the elk of a deer and the legs of an ostrich.

And relax Sarhan, and bring Taffil closer.

It was as if it were on his shoulders when he stepped aside.

Madak Arous or Salat Hanzal

And he spent the night wearing his saddle and bridle.

And in my eyes he remained standing without being sent.

Then a flock appeared for us as if it were his own ewes.

Virgins floating in a white blanket

So they turned back like a piece of cloth separated

Well known and respected in the clan

So He joined us with guidance and without it.

Its insides are in a bundle that has not been removed

So he entered into a fight between a bull and a ewe.

deep, and he did not sprinkle it with water and wash

The cooks kept the meat cooked.

Grill array or accelerated pot

We left and the party started shaking his head

Whenever the eye becomes irritated, it becomes irritated.

As if the blood of hadiths was in his throat

Henna juice with gray hair

And if you turn him back, he closes his relief.

Next to the earth, not defenseless

Are you confused when you see lightning? I will show you its flash.

Like the shine of hands in my crowned love

He lights his tongue or the lamps of a monk

Aman Al-Salit with the twisted fly

I sat with him and my company among a donkey

And between Ikam, after contemplating

So he began to wipe away the water from every young person

It pours on the chins the powder of kanhabal.

And Taima did not leave a stump of a palm tree there.

And I do not sleep except praising Jandal

As if the tops of the censer's head were in the morning

From the torrent and scum, a spindle washer

As if our father was in a few minutes and a minute

The chief of people in Bajjad Muzammil

And he threw his bag into the Ghubayt desert.

The descent of the Yamani with a burdensome defect

As if it were a wild animal in which there were sunken glands.

With its greatest heights, Anabish Ansal

On cotton, with shamrock, point to the right side

And its left side is on the curtain and it withers.

And he cast Baisan at night, blessing it.

Then the infallibility was sent down from him from every source.

Poems about old love

Mahmoud Darwish

On the ruins we received

Our faces in the sand

If the summer winds passed

We took out the napkins

Slowly..slowly

And we folded two songs, like prisoners

We dodge the drop of dew

Come once in your mind

Sister!

It's late at night

You strip me of color and shadow

And protect me from humiliation!

And in your eyes, my old moon

I pray pray

To his blue nap

Under the sun.. and palm trees

Away from the darkness of exile...

Close to my family's home

I craved childhood in you.

Since the spring birds have flown in

Tree stripping

And your voice was, oh wherever,

Come

Sometimes from wells

Sometimes it rains for me

So pure as fire

Like trees.. like poetry pouring down

Come here

There was something in your eyes that I desired

And I was waiting

And pull me to your weight

Hold me captive

You are forgiven

I craved childhood in you

Since she flew

Spring birds

Strip the trees!

We cross the road

Shackled

As if we are prisoners

My hand, I don't know, or your hand

I felt sore

Who else?

It was not released, as usual.

My chest or yours.

The joy of the anniversary

as if I were crossing a path,

Like all people,

If given

No longing

No regrets

And no shame

And we dive into the crowds

Let's buy our little things

We didn't leave for our night

Ashes.. reminds embers

And something in my veins

He calls me

To drink from your hand the remembrance

Get off, once, planet

And he walked on our fingertips

And he didn't get tired

And when I sip from your lips

Raspberry water

I accept, then, drink

And when I wrote about your eyes

Dot everything I write

We shared our pillow.

And our coffee

And when I went...

He did not go

Perhaps I have become forgotten

You have

Like a cloud in the wind

Coming down to Morocco..

But if you try

to forget you..

A planet landed on my hand

Glory to you

Wander in my imagination

Who is your voice..

Imprisonment, and restriction

I see you, lean on

to pillow

A filly... galloping

I feel you on cold nights

sun

In my blood you sing

I call you childhood

He sighs in front of me

I call you spring

So the herbs and roses smelled

I call you heaven

So I smelled rain and thunder

Glory to you

It is not for my joy to greet me

Limit

And my date has no promise

To you.. glory

And we realized the evening..

And it was the sun

She brushes her hair in the sea

And the last kiss docked

On my eyes like embers

Take the wind from me

And kiss me

For the last time in a lifetime

And the morning realized it

And it was the sun

She combs her hair in the east

Her henna and wedding

And a ticket to the Palace of Slavery

Take the songs from me

And remember me..

As a flash of lightning

And the evening caught up with me

And the bells were

Ringing for the procession of the beautiful captive

And my heart is cold as a diamond

And my dreams are boxes on the port

Take the spring from me

And bid me farewell..

Small affairs

Nizar Qabbani

Small affairs

You pass by it without turning around

I have my life

All my life..

Incidents...that may not interest you

The most general of them are palaces

He lived for months

I spin many stories from it

And a thousand skies..

And a thousand islands..

Affairs..

Your little affairs

When you smoke, I kneel in front of you

Like your good cat

And I am safe

I pursue a proud and admired person

Threads of smoke

Distribute it in the corners of the place

Circles.. circles

She leaves me at the end of the night

Like a star, like a good immigrant

And you leave me, my life friend

For the smell of tobacco and memories

And I stay...

In a solitary frost

And my increase...all of my provision

Cigarette debris and a plate containing ashes

Includes grey..

And when I'm sick

And carry your precious flowers

My friend.. to me

And put my hand in your hands

Color and health return to me

And the sun sticks to my cheeks

And I cry...and cry...uncontrollably

And you put my cover back on me and put my head on the pillow.. I made every wish

My friend.. if only I

I remain.. I remain ill

To ask about me

For carrying me every day

Beautiful roses..

Even if the phone rings in our house

To Him I fly

I... my dear friend

With the joy of a little child

With the longing of a stray swallow

I embrace the inanimate machine

And squeeze its cold wires

And wait for the sound..

Your voice is warm to me...full...strong, like the voice of a prophet, like the sound of the stars colliding.

Like the sound of falling jewelry

And I cry.. and I cry..

Because you thought of me

Because you are one of the balconies of the unseen

She called me...

And the day I come to you

To borrow a book

To claim that I came to borrow a book

You stretch your tired fingers

To the library..

And I remain.. in the fog of fog

It's like a question without an answer.

I stare at you and the library

As a good cat does

Did you find out?

Do you know?

That I came for something other than the book

And I am nothing but a liar

..And he quickly went to my room

I hold the book close to my chest

As if I carried existence with me

I turn on my light... and close the curtains around me

And dig between the lines...and behind the lines

And I run behind the dividers... I run

Behind the spin points

And my head is spinning...

Like a hungry bird

Look for seed waste

Perhaps you are my dearest friend

I left it in one of the corners..

Short love phrase..

A small garden of longing

Perhaps you hid something between the pages

A little peace.. brings peace back to me..

And when we are together on the road

And you unintentionally take my arm

I feel, my friend..

Something deep

Something that tastes like fire

On my elbow..

I raise my palm towards the sky

To make my path endless

And I cry... and I cry without ceasing

For my loss to continue

When I return to my room in the evening

And I remove the robe from my shoulders

I feel - and you are not in my room -

That your hands

They wrapped themselves in the mercy of my elbow

And I stay to worship you, my exhausted one

Place your warm fingers

On the sleeve of my blue dress..

And I cry... and cry... without ceasing

As if my arm is not my arm.