The pain of love poetry

Torment of love

Love is distinguished from other emotions by containing all feelings together, and despite the difficulty of some of these feelings, they are beautiful in the name of love. In this article, we offer you poetry about the torment of love.

The pain of love poetry

• Thank you for loving me

And from your presence you deprived me

And with the utmost tenderness she left me

With the same precision you killed me

And with the tenderness of the lover, you consoled me

And you loved others because I am

Your love was all that mattered to me

Thank you for loving me

So you left me and it hurt me

So you killed my heart, no, by God

You killed me.

• Don't ask me why I keep my sorrows

Just ask me about my absence and my presence

Don't ask me why the eyes are crying

Just ask me about my pleasure

Don't ask me about time expenses

I compliment my loved ones, my quarter and the brothers

Algebra has become the meaning of my presence

I give them joy while I am in the midst of sorrows

And forced fractions of others and neglected fractions.

• Tell me

you love me

miss me

Miss my absence

And I'll tell you

You are my beating heart

Tell me..

What do I do when I miss you.

• Come closer

The distance is a fire that haunts me

And your love in the heart is exhausting me

I will not forget you

Nor your spectrum in the night Afargani

Come closer every now and then

My nostalgia for you drowns me in tears.

• Where are you who made me complain at night

And during the day I did not find my survival or my thought

And in the sunset hours, I feel my fear

And in the moments of sunrise, I wait for my hope

Will you be my sun and my moon?

I miss you night and part of the day

I miss being away from you

O apple of my eye, answer the lover

The orphan who loves you.

• We're done, I know that, and now I can

To write about you a lot, but

I'll sum up our story in one sentence:

I truly loved you, and you let me down deeply!

• I am looking for you

between our memories

I am confident

that I lost you

Somewhere

Maybe rainy time

Or when it's travel

I don't remember where, I have a bad memory

And strong nostalgia, I lost you maybe in

internal. I locked myself in on you

And I forgot the lock at the top of the cloud it was

Talaaqna Bgaitha, I lost you

More precisely inside my pulse

within my heart

So I stayed forever looking for myself.

• Tears will not be my friend

I will not sit on the ruins of the past

I will not keep you away from me

I will not cry for the one who took my mind and my heart

But I regret the one who took my heart from me

I regret the one to whom I gave my love

I regret the one I loved and spent my life on

But

My attachment to life without you will continue to increase

I will live happily ever after

So be patient, O my soul, for what I have suffered

And be patient, O my soul, for what you have suffered

And be patient, O my soul, for the love with which you were burned

Be patient, my soul, for the love that is for the sake of those who do not deserve to be circumcised

Raising my hands to the Lord of Heaven every day in supplication

He inspired me with patience, peace of mind, and peace of mind without effort.

• I wish you could understand my feelings and feelings

I wish I could live in your feelings

Come dwell in the midst of my breath

I am your heart and I am your soul, your breath

Come cross the ports of longing

And lay down with the shadows of love

And trample the land of my heart

I raise your banner of victory

And be my last home

And I defeat my yearning

The age of distance does not hinder lovers

Excitement and longing remain, even if they are far away.

Poems in the agony of love

From the poems that talked about the torment of love, we chose for you the following:

I wrote poetry

I wrote poetry not for you, but it overflowed me

Volcano As for you, do not make a poem in the eyes of my eyes

You swore to me that you would protect me if time became treacherous

And the first time I found my luck on your path, you let me down

The spear of time broke my chest and I came to you complaining

You pulled the spear out of my chest and stabbed me in the back

loss How did I love you? Yes, by God we regret it

Stupid I know, yes I know, as long as you inhabit me

A year of my life and I'm drowning in your game

I remove the thorns from your path, and my wound was destroying me

And I would cry if you cried and I would be happy for your smile

And I used to bring your eyelashes closer to your eye on the day you wanted me

Unfortunately, I knew you as a desert and turned you into a garden

And you paralyzed me with a green branch, and in your rock you planted me

I dug you inside of me, and my thought preserved me for two decades

And I was digging the grave of my death on the coast of my veins

On the palm of the crack, my wounds slept, and the pain stayed awake

It destroys me... it scatters me... and it throws me in your desert

But my pride imposes that my body is a sultan

And if you thought I would kneel before your man, you wouldn't know me

I am not used to sharpening the likes of you satisfaction and benevolence

I die with dignity, I have mercy, and that does not cover me

And as long as the loyalty is with you, he is looking for an address

Turn me on a heart that preserves love and my years

And if my heart returned to your love, it would burn in it with fire

And by breaking it, I am my leg

And if time turns against you and you come to ask for forgiveness

My meal is the sun in your palm, because I don't have it

People say you are beautiful, like a stick of milk

And you are the most beautiful and sweetest human being created from clay

You are precious and more valuable than sapphire and coral

Universes rise for you and my country sits for you

Sensibility, they were deceived by your appearance, and what deceives the colors

In general, one last word for you remained on my heart and ears

If you are in the eyes of others, an angel in the form of a human being

I swear by God, you don't make a hair out of my eyelashes.

There is no righteousness in love, O people of passion, my oath

Ibn Maatouk

There is no righteousness in love, O people of passion, my oath

I did not fulfill my duty to the Most High if I betrayed you

And if I aspire to the Gentiles after you

so don't live up to her worries my worries

And if a fire is extinguished, and find peace, then do not

I pulled my trigger, and the prohibition did not fulfill my judgment

And don't whistle my color with passion as long

If my tears do not supply him with my blood after you

Nor did I sip the fever from her bowls

If my heart calms down after you

I do not take pleasure in the bitterness of torment with you.

If there is no punishment but to mention you with my mouth

I took off my excuse in your love, so put me on

Strip in your fancy the dressing of sickness

I have not become familiar with love among people

Until you deny my knowledge

You have wrongfully judged the one who sought refuge in you.

Woe to you, neighbor of knowledge!

As for the black nights in your trenches

It took a long time for me, so I didn't wake up and I didn't sleep

If it weren't for the might of your seductresses and their antlers

My sympathy did not shake the mention of dairy and science

No, if it were not for the folds of your lips

I am not burdened by the lightning of injustice

O Jeera Al-Ban for your daughter and will not be

The eyes of the bloody weep for you

And the night of youth will not be cleared from you

Did you escape, O role of the neighborhood, from being included?

What deprives my eyelids of sleep and what prevents it

Except for your absence, O present of the sanctuary

You were absent, so you were absent. Sobhi, so I can't see

Except the remnants of my pain in it

be patient with every bitterness in your love

Oh the saltiest of people, how sweet is my pain

be gentle

Covered since taking the covenant in antiquity

An ally found if he agitated Blablah

The pigeon survivor heals the grief with melody

He complains of thirst, and when your remembrance passes

Forget about the roses of milk and science

living passion dead solace with liver

existent into nonexistence

He feared death since your eyes darkened

Antelope eggs, so his soul sought refuge in you

God is in it, your neighborhood has been solved

Being kind to one's neighbor is a good thing

Why do you mislead love guide it

I remained with you under the shadow of the lost and peace

What a blessing for you from the life of the youth and the family

the frowning eon shows us a smiling face

May God take care of the residents of Al-Hama and Hama.

Al-Hajjun neighborhood and his life in harmony

and white nights at the foot of Mina

It was short and long since between them

more honorable to them than Sarat in their left

They made every free person under their slavery

Coquettish shooters for reasons of retaliation were branded

In the name of the arrows, they called it their kohl

Faces in the morning are lamps that you think of them

they buttoned the pockets on their night's moons

when the night is clothed with gold from their pearls

He ran the mirage for Gena over their land

As if the mother of the stars of the horizon had never been born

Female or male except with their neighborhood

Or that the dark eagle lost its eggs

to the earth, so she embraced it in their dens

Because you clean the canna Qamathm and scratched

their white eyelids their white eyelids

Divided in them is the beauty and the beauty together

And the generation of them resembled the generation of their sun.

The reds of Al-Manaya are entrusted to their families

And its walls are in their eyelids

cleft palate

Coupled with the mirrors in their moments

all navigation is part of their navigation

The origin of all darkness is from their branch

And the longest night and woe in their withers

and my paper and towards me in their waists

The souls that spend passion and atmosphere

in them to make an excuse clearer than their faces

Ghar An Al-Durr did not prefer their names

Except the attributes of the Messenger of God, who is generous

Muhammad Ahmad Al-Hadi Al-Bashir and who

Were it not for him, the rest of the nations would have gone astray

Blessed is the name, auspicious, its exploits.

spread its effects with hollows and sleeves

The ring of the message The crown of the apostles is their seal

Rather, it is an adornment for all of God's servants.

A light that seemed to clear the hearts with it

And the grief in the faces of eternity is gone

if it met the eyeball of a chameleon it would shoot it

At night, he returned to her party, which is my uncle

His grace heals from disease and affliction

And the spirit is breathed into the worn out from the ruins

How many sleeves did his eyes heal when they were wiped?

From his palm and you with the sword is my sleeve

And how many years of meteors do you know

shone in the dark forehead

Kindness from God if the breeze is singled out for what

in him of kindness revive the dead breeze

Above the heavens, the earth is proud

And the Arabs have honored it over the non-Arabs.

I was pleased with his birth, Umm Al-Qura, so we grew up

In her lap as a dreamy child

A sword with copies of the Torah has been copied

The verse of the sword erases the verse of the pen

He covers the nakedness and he smiles when they frown

And death in the laughter of the stern servant

He fails to strike from a flash of lightning

And for the dew from the shimmer of the viewer

If the dependents on him clashed with the Qana

I thought there was a thicket of bridle in his saddle.

The rest of the similes are arranged in order

For above him there is nothing but God in the bone

graciously spread its lofty soil

smelling its soil is better than smelling

He is the lover with whom I am driven mad by passion.

Oh my blame in his whim, how you want why

I see my dying life in his love

And my misfortune and my misfortune are the best blessings

I made him live in my heavens and he is his heaven

So I cooled my guts in it

an eye that wanders only after you visit it

lack of it and a heart in it did not matter

Wow, a good gulp of water for me

a thirsty heart soaks in its cool

God has a sacred garden at his pulpit

The Messengers counted it as one of their Gardens of Eden

a garden of praise its narcissus

And the eyes of those who stayed up awake shone when they stood up

their doves watch at night to keep them company

The worshipers returned in their remembrance

the eyes of those who weep have turned back

And the fires of their grandfather enlightened their atmosphere

Enough for the people of passion is his net

How many planes of their hearts

A prophet believed in him by the deception of the angels

a group deviates from the command of their Lord

And the Messengers did not come to him except to gain from

Their moons made him a light to complete them

Banu Hashim increased in age and honour.

So it was light upon light for their likeness

The origins of his glory in victory have been secured

They reach the enemy in their blades

Blossom to Alia water with which they were affiliated

until the full moon and meteorite met with stoning

Who is like them and the Messenger of God is an intermediary

for their necklace and lamp in their homes

There is still a burning meteor among them

Until the sun is born from their backs

It was a secret in the heart of the unseen

He was fed up with him, and he became unrepentant

His whim is my religion, my faith, and my belief

And the love of his progeny is Awni and Mu'tasim

Offspring like muzan water have been purified

And they purified themselves, so the descriptions of themselves were described

imams to whom God made covenants

on all generations before their creation

Surah Al-Ahzab has fulfilled what it denied.

their enemies, and showed the face of their bounty

Enough for them is what is blind and the forenoon is an honor

And the light and the star from which it brought them

Ask the hoverflies, have they been found in others?

And did he come except by praising them?

Honorable people honored their morals, so they appeared

Like the stars with water in their serenity

delicacies that the longing finds in their soil

A wind indicates their kindness

as if from the soul of the Most Gracious themselves

Created, it is folded by spreading them

The expert will know if their knowledge has penetrated

Which seas slaves in their chests

Asceticism while they are a victorious lion

So admire your asceticism and lethality in their nature

On the niches are monks, even if they witness

war they annihilated enemies with their spears

Where is the role, even if it is a year and it is named

Of the ways they named it in their prostration

And where is the recitation of the house contract from a wall?

they recited it standing in their humility

If the eye of Tasnim falls, he blows them

Tears flowed with longing from their eyes

They swept away the dark, so she left her bed

South of them and prolonged abandonment of their sleep

they tasted of love rested with end mixed

So they caught the sober in their states of intoxication.

They thought, so they spent a toast, and they did not get caught

So they are considered alive for their death

Right swords for God's religion have been victorious

impurity is not purified except within their limits

By Allah, what is the best flower without rain

Creatures blossom from them when they are good

They and him are my masters and my document

The strongest and most recognizable Islamic Kaaba

Thank you for the bounties of my Lord who has inspired me

And he gave me the cup of their love

I have had the honor of them heated enough

Proud to be a branch of their origins

I have become attributed to them by the carpenter on

My belief is that I am one of their slaves.

O master, O Messenger of God, take my hand

I bore a burden in it that I did not rise

I ask God's forgiveness for what I have committed

Oh my shame and my regrets

If you are not my intercessor in the resurrection

Who will protect me from God's punishment and vengeance?

Mawla Dawah is in need of your assistance

which is bad and which leads to accusations

My bones are wearing out and your affection is in them

He is a resident and longing is not past

Your remembrance only passed by and time

scattering tears and scattering praise in my words

May Allah's blessings be upon you, as long as you are intoxicated

The souls of the people who met will be remembered