The most beautiful words about good morning

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The most beautiful words about good morning

• Your morning is a cloud heavy with happiness, showering your hearts with goodness, success, mercy, wellness, and answered prayers for you and those you love.
• A fragrant morning with the remembrance of God, sent to the best of God’s creation..to illuminate the path and bless the day.
• Your morning is narcissus and amber, a morning sweeter than sugar, a morning of perfume and cady, your morning is musk and incense.
• Oh morning, I saw everyone with you setting out with new hope, with eyes anticipating joy, with a heart beating for hope, and the evening approached for hopes to be scattered and postponed to another morning and we say tomorrow and we say tomorrow.
• Oh God, bless my loved ones with what pleases them, prevent them from what harms them, ease their affairs for them, and unite us with your Paradise.
• I pick the roses of the world, and with the longing of my heart I wrap them, and with good morning I send them.
• Good morning to the sweetest bird, good morning love to the kindest heart, good morning to my life.
• Good morning and candle, a morning that wipes away tears, I love you from Saturday until Friday night.
• O morning of wishes and beautiful dawn, with sweet meanings and authentic longing.

Poetry verses about good morning

Good morning poem

The poem “Good Morning” by the poet Muhammad Jabr Al-Harbi. He is a Saudi poet and writer, born in the city of Taif in 1956 AD. The poet Muhammad Jabr Al-Harbi worked in supervising a number of literary supplements in a number of Saudi newspapers, and he has poetry collections, including: What War Did Not Say, Between Silence and Madness, and Khadija. He also wrote prose books, including: The Book of the Wind and the Rain and The Book of Women.

bitter time..

time has passed,

And you did not come

Nor did I..

As the highest elevation of my soul

Uncontrollable stuttering

Uncontrollable singing

as you wish

Nor did you say

I am the orphan child, the charming, the creative

Good morning.. Oh, good morning.

Good morning, good morning, make me cry

And he cheers me up

Without Arabs, and without return

He gives me space, and the fig red

My shadows, my world without me

I rise to him

And describe it as the poor mouse describes perfume

And I write embracing my loyal palms

Good morning, pink

Oh come back

If the wings are raptured, come back to me

And shone like Sanaa

luscious and hidden

pink

grey

With it, the free clouds form intimate sorrows.

It is the first background

Oh my God, and the quarrel must be careful

with friends..

Trees are present and forgotten.

And your love

The revelation of two birds that swayed over their branch with their branch

A tenderness that has no first

The dew of your eyes and the world is north

Southern

They are two rivers mixing and the world is winter

Mohjah Al-Hiran burns.. rages

It is strange how the night prepares for the winter world.

I fear for you

And from me, you morning madness

O dawn of children and chaos

Crazy you are northern mayhem

Southern.

You don't know..

bitter question

A bitter question and the hills are dying

- Lightning?!

he shouted around me

The other, the exiled, answered

It will rain if you cross the limits

And the massed military did not shoot it with intention.

Peace be upon you

And in the morning, peace return.

Cities from the banks of Jud.

The features of what the West sought to the East.

Arab Land is my countries

And my homeland is bitter stubbornness..

My homeland is the brown mountains

And the heavenly books.

You God who in my eyes is my sun

And my highness

And if I come close

My goals

Beauty from the movement of light.

And water from the nectar of the petrel.

And his money became first..

Good morning, mother

And my daughter

And my first, primitive words.

Good morning love poem

The poem Morning of Love by the poet Ghada Al-Samman. She is a Syrian poet who was born in 1942 AD in Damascus. She graduated from the English Department from the University of Damascus, after which she completed her graduate studies at the American University of Beirut and obtained a master’s degree. She has many books and poetry collections published that have influenced the Arab Library. .

And grow among us, child of the wind

That hungry intimacy

That intense intense feeling

which I can't find a name for

And one of his names is Love

Since I met you

Happiness returned to me

Just because we live on one planet and one sun shines on us

See, I know you

And I call you joy joy

And every morning I rise from my ashes

Wake up to my voice and I say to you:

good morning love joy,,,

And because I love

Everything I touch is in my hands

Impossible to light

And because I love you

I love men all over the world

And he loved his children, his trees, his seas, and his beings

And his fishermen, his fish, his criminals and his wounded

And the professors' fingers contaminated with chalk

Hospital windows bare of curtains...

because I love you

Madness has returned to me

And joy ignites

In the extinguished continents of my soul

because I love you

The colors have returned to the world

After it was black and gray

Like old silent and worn out movies...

Singing has returned to throats and fields

And my heart returned to running in the woods

Singing and panting like a rebellious little deer.

In your infinitely dimensional personality

A new man for every day

And I have a new love with you every day

And constantly

I betray you with you

And I experience the pleasure of betrayal with you.

Everything became your name

Your voice became

Even when I try to run away from you

to the wilds of sleep

And it happens to be my forearm

near my ear

Listen to my watch ticks

She chants your name

second by second..

I did not (fall) in love

I walked towards him steadily

Eyes open to their fullest extent

I (standing) in love

not (fall) in love

I want you

Full consciousness

(or what's left of it after I know you!)

I decided to love you

act of will

No defeat act

And behold, I pass your fenced soul

consciously (or madly)

I already know

On any planet set fire

And what storm is unleashed from the chest of iniquities...

I long for you

My limits are lost in your limits

And we float together on a transparent cloud

And I call you: Oh I…

And leave inside my body

like fireworks

And when you go

I go counting over my body

traces of your touch

And he returned it with joy

As a thief counts his spoils

Blessed is every body that I have joined to you

Blessing every woman I have loved before me

Blessing the lips you kissed

And the bellies that cuddled your babies

Blessed be all you dream of

And everything you forget!

for you

Grass grows in the mountains

for you

Waves are born

The sea appears on the horizon

for you

Children laugh in every remote village

for you

Women adorn themselves

for you

The kiss was invented!

And rise from my gray to love you!

Every morning

I get up from my gray

To love you, love you, love you

I yell at the police

(All people are cops when it comes to us)

I shout: morning love

Morning love, joy.

Messages about the morning

First message:

Oh morning, how beautiful is the hope in you..

How nice to see you as a zero point to start again..

We turn the pages of the past to open a new page with you..

Second message:

In the morning I listen to the birds chirping...

It was as if she was gently whispering to me: Don't despair.

Accept life with love... Hope is renewed every morning...

Thoughts about the morning

First thought:

Oh morning, we wake up again, accompanied by a new hope. A golden sun rises after darkness and stillness. We see flowers blooming.. We hear the bird singing.. Butterflies dancing on the balcony.. The smell of coffee revives us again, and how beautiful is the smile of loved ones every morning. So, I wonder! O morning, is your day complete with the hope you have drawn? Will the evening come and my prayers will be answered? Does the evening come and he smiles like the morning?

Second thought:

A beautiful morning with the sound of birds and the smell of coffee, and some of the hymns that we love, and an evocation of the work that will be done that day, and a gathering of all the meanings of optimism, activity, work, and diligence. Coffee and a piece of chocolate will definitely pay off, and their presence will have an impact, and good work has a great impact.

Third thought:

I will open the doors, and the first door is you, morning. I opened your door happily, with pulses of fear in my heart.. pulses of fear for the evening, and I am full of nostalgia, longing, and hope. And if I arrive at the door of the evening and do not find what I want, I will wait for you, morning, to be renewed in hope and for my soul to be blessed with meeting you.. You are the smile on my lips. Humans and you are a glimmer of hope from afar.