Very sad poetry

Sorrow

Poetry is a means of expressing what lives inside us, and it is considered one of the most important means of expressing sadness and pain. In my article, I put poetry describing the condition of its wounded owner.

Very sad poetry

The following are sad poems that express the feelings of their author.

Poem how not to grieve

How can I not be sad?

They said it a lot

And I told them I'll see

Days go by and I am still

They mock my attachment to a past that happened

How not to grieve having given my life

And my pulses and my beats and my groans and my tears

And my crosses and my poems and my treaties

For those who gave up on death quickly

How can I not grieve when my dreams have been shattered

My pens were broken and my criminals were scattered

My pain flowed and dispersed before me

My ailments were repeated and my tunes were interrupted

How can I not be sad when the sun is gone

And the candles have melted, and the destinies are languishing

The end has come and the beginning was

The way is lost and the return is impossible

And life died

How not to be sad and beloved sold

And the uncle is lost, and the heart is hungry

And the body is terrified, and sleep is enough for a saa'

And the tomb is being auctioned off

How can I not grieve when the night has become day

And the neighbor abandoned the neighbor

And the bird flew out of its nest

Halim is hot

I missed the train

A thousand nails pierced my heart

And my body from the fever became a fire

And the Muslim in his covenant became one of the infidels

How can I not grieve when sadness derives from me?

Destiny learns ability from me

Patience learns patience from me

And the heart learns love from me

Loyalty learns loyalty from me

And the lover learns love from me

And the smart one learns smartness from me

The stupid learns stupidity from me

And the deceived learn deception from me

People learn to forget from me

And the one who remembers learns to remember from me

Life learns life from me

And annihilation learns annihilation from me

And from me, no, no, do not learn from me

How not to grieve and friends are gone

And they abandoned and abandoned and forgot

And they forgot, deceived, betrayed and betrayed

And I was left alone saying, I wish they were not

How not to grieve when the truth is a lie?

The gift is returned

The smile is lost

The truth is limited

And loved ones are blocked

And the hearts are upside down

The necks are tight

And the arteries are stained

And the blood is drained

And life is cursed, I ask, I ask: Where is the certainty?

I find nothing but treachery buried

from that soul

And soul, and body, and fate

And love and adoration and God

And the damned time

Don't turn around, eye

Don't look for anyone

The place is not suitable for human habitation

There is no other here

Monsters, ghosts and trees

And sand, wind, inanimate objects, and rodents

And, and, and, and...

This abandoned house

in which that skinny dwells

crying

hungry

The thirsty

For the Cup of Nostalgia

that curve

scalloped

The sleeper

on his memories

on his pain

on his words

The sad heart

Sadness poem

My company, the morning has come

The morning has come and my grieving heart is still inhabited by darkness

No light inherited by peace

There is no calm of the dewy dawn endearing him to mankind draped in harmony

But he remained in his drowned sorrows there

As if I lived in it for a thousand years

My sadness is heavy and miserable, my friends

It comes as if hell threw him from its bottom

In a wind led by poisons

Sadness accepts worries

She only wants a heart for her

Although I cross the gloomy day on the bridges of time until it ends

But he stays here

Sadness - if you know - in my day shares the day with me

And it pours into my heart

It was as if he had poured flash into my heart and shot arrows

My sadness is heavy and miserable, my friends

He comes, pouring his darkness into the heart throughout the day

If the black crows hover over him, they block his sun

You make my eyes dark and gloomy

My sadness is strange, lonely if it visits me

Or he came seeking a refuge for the heart, so he would not leave if he stayed.

Even if I extend my hand to you, my friends

And the eyes lived from him

And the path was blocked by darkness

They met you with the most humiliating grief

There is nothing left of the glow of life on your broken eyes, if they ring, only the wreckage

Sadness poisoned our day

He killed the highs of time in our souls

It is as if his hours pass us over the turf

So save yourselves and escape as much as you can from the chains of grief

from this hell

But how much you will not appreciate

And you will return broken souls, robbed of peace

Sadness laughs at the end.

The poem of another grief

Sadness has been with you since childhood

White foam like the Tigris

He was terrified of you and you were terrified of him

And when the night is suffocating, you will bring it closer

Bring it close to the endocardium

And you look out from the balcony of illusion

Over the fading of few hopes

He was as slow as the fog on the sea

It is accepted little by little

And dance little by little

And it gets bigger, it gets smaller, like the twitching of a babe

glow over the Euphrates

And she looks at his water, then whispers: I am beautiful

Your sadness was a child who stumbled in his game, so he got angry

And let everything rest in peace

It was hair that exploded, except for a little bit

So he had to wait for the rhymes

And what has been prepared in the elusive flirtation

To speak in an impossible language

So where is he now?

A strange sadness has come

It stains all faces and all hearts

And all noble meanings

The magician's grief came

The grief of tyrants came

The sadness of vice came.

A poem that made me sad

Sadness killed me and the air killed my skin

And the difference between the soul and the body

And the times of eternity targeted me, shooting

The nobility is aimed at the heart and liver

What are the nights if they ask their fasts

Among the creatures do not remain on anyone

You did not want to walk to the right path, and that

Your affairs in this world are conducted on a dam

Doesn't it please you that people are satisfied?

With what you have accepted for them from your miserable life

Surrender to what if a solution from anyone

In his two divisions, the two divisions of Uhud were guided

Your mercy, eon, some ease with us

You have transgressed your mercy in our wrongdoing, so be economical

Oh, death killers, do you have a chance?

I have it or not, so do you have any fuel to kill you?

I was terrified of a bold non-discriminatory

And you took from me dear, not persecuted

What was your promise, my weak heart, then

Sermons told you to stay grumpy

Whenever you seek determination, you see an error

And how you threw patience, you hardly found

I've always been a horn of deputies

He rebuked her like a lion threw criticism

You have nothing but a great accident

Forcibly bend your reins unsteadily

Did a whistle blow to Ibrahim and it flared up?

The flames of grief on your guts are burning

I lost my heart when we became distant

O God, who is far away and far away from you

Sadness is raging in a troubled heart

And the heart is terrified in a trembling body

O day of Ashura, you exceeded your limit

Sermons left high in Oud

Sermons for him the orbits almost fall from

Aspects of the atmosphere above the soil and the valley

Sorrow for a man whose hopes were owed to him, who wanted him to reach adulthood.

We are saddened by the adornment and splendor of the world

When the full moon of ablution fell from the rise

He divorced the good-natured one who descended with it

The plain of creation is pure of heart and eternity

Glory was destroyed on the day his planet passed

The crack of the edifice, the pillars and the pillars

Let the flag be sorry and let its family weep

And let ignorance be here, and let envy gloat

O departed, not thinking of leaving, and why

His response occurred to a thought and he did not respond

Who is for chivalry and known after you who

To dream of meeting, righteousness and sense

From the platforms, he rises to it, so he cracks the mind

The right of the righteous to guide all who have a hand

To spend my whole life in pain

Dispersed until the end of eternity

And they kept the tears steadfast

And very sad for you did not appear

I cry for you for a house where I am not comfortable

You will be a stranger to the family and the children

You were next to your Lord Abraham, lying down

Your brother Ahmed complains of lower humerus

He says with regular tears in his cheeks

Like knots scattered like pearls

My brother, you have been a great help to me

I am sorry, and my victory was the best approved

Today, after the company, you became alone

And I had several of the best numbers

My brother, I was hoping that you would leave me

Under the dirt, but my beliefs were disappointed

And God succeeded in that assumption, as it was proven

To you are the reds of menaya and the leap of the lion

My brother, I gave my soul to you

From death, but not in my hand

My brother, this is a judgment that does not pass

My brother and death to man by monitoring

I wish my hair if I called your grave would you

You answer me after the length of the flute and the distance

No, you are nothing but the greatest I studied

The one who betrayed her is the one who betrayed Libad

You were watered, O his grave, with the rain of the sky

Our eyes water you from their tears

Oh, may God grant you a life in which you are

His belle was in Raghad

And a solution from the kindergarten of Paradise

Immortalized in the vicinity of the One, the Eternal

The poem of your hopes Sadness is a dreamer's dreams

Your hopes are that sadness is a dreamer's dreams

Whatever lasts, existence is not permanent

I don't have the excess of youth leaving

Jinn and crookedness in Al-Makaram channel

Take a moment to see if you are safe

To Adam or do you consider the son of Salem?

When will you see this death with a clear eye?

You will find a just one in him similar to an unjust one

And if you are grieving, it will not be white

Amulets are strongly held on its solemnity

By Faris Daami and Wael Hill

And a planet of reproach and anthrax Hashem

The wind stirred, and it increased its longing for his loss.

And caused a wrath in the crying of doves

Before him, our Prophet had not been afflicted

Abu Al-Qasim, the light shown by Qasim

Ali said in condolences to Ashath

Some of those sins feared for him

And for parties on the day of Siffin, he did not die

Light or sad Uday bin Hatim

We created men for patience and sorrow

And those goons for crying and funerals

And any boy among people is more inciting than a boy

Tomorrow in the diggers of swag tears

Is there any wise man who lost patience after

The wise men saw patience as a necessary strike!

And they were not praised by a non-working scholar

Contrary to it, nor from a non-knowledgeable worker

They saw the paths of incompetence crooked and cut off

And I cut off a resolute deficit

don't keep stealing a spring from you

With the most kind kindness behind the numbers

You and your supportive companions are brothers

You created snuff for the stinging noses

Three pillars, and I will not stop

If it has three pillars