short love poems

love

Sometimes we express what is on our mind with verses of poetry, which are a distinctive way to express the feelings of the heart, deep words that describe the passion of a lover whose love overwhelms him, and whose heart almost burns from the intensity of his longing! It overflows with the most eloquent meanings.

I love you so much

This is a poem by the Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani, who is called “the woman’s poet.” It is a love and romantic poem in which he describes the beauty of his beloved:

I love you so much

And I know that the road to the impossible is long

And I know that you are six women

And I have no alternative

I know the time for nostalgia is over

And the beautiful words died

I'm not women what to say

i love you so much…

I love you so much and I know I live in exile

And you are in exile

And between you and me

Wind

cloudy

And lightning

Thunder

And snow and fire

And I know that reaching your eyes is an illusion

I know I can reach you

suicide

I am happy

To tear myself for you, my dear

And if they chose me

To repeat your love for the second time

Whoever spun your shirt from tree leaves

None of you patiently protected you from raindrops

I love you so much

And I know that I travel in the sea of ​​your eyes

without certainty

And I leave my mind behind and run

I run

I'm running crazy

Any woman holding a heart in her hands

I asked God not to leave me

do not leave me

What would I be if you weren't?

I love you so much

And very, very

And I refuse from the fire of your love to resign

Can a person in love resign...

And I don't care

If you come out of love alive

And I don't care

If you come out dead

For your eyes what the heart receives and what it finds

This is one of the most beautiful poems that Abu Al-Tayeb Al-Mutanabbi said about love:

For your eyes, what the heart receives and what it finds

And for love, what remains of me and what remains

And I was not one of those whose heart love entered

But whoever sees your eyelids falls in love

And between satisfaction and discontent, nearness and intentions

Scope for a lacrimal lacrimation of the eyeball

The sweetest desire is that which doubts its connection to its Lord

In abandonment, it is an eternity to be hoped for and feared

And my anger at the indifference was drunk from boyhood

I interceded for her from my youth with sparkle

The folds are smooth and clear

I covered my mouth from him and he kissed my parting

And deer horses like your horse visited me

I did not distinguish between an unemployed person and an unemployed person

And not everyone who loves pardons if it is empty

Afafy and satisfies love and horses meet

May God water the days of youth with what pleases them

He does the same as the freed Babylonian

If you wear eternity and enjoy it

She was pierced, but the clothing was not pierced

I have never seen anything like the day of their departure

They were sent with all the slaughter from every fearful person

They rolled their eyes, as if they were confused

Its axis is mounted on mercury

On the eve of weeping, we are no longer seen

And the joy of saying goodbye is the fear of separation

We bid them farewell while it was clear to us as if it were the same

Qena Ibn Abi Al-Hayja is in the heart of Failaq

He plucked the moors that David wove there

If you fall into it, it is like a cocoon

A host for the possessions of armies as if they were

The spirits of the makers choose and are chosen

You will draw against them all armor and armies

And every wall and ditch will overtake them

He changes it between Al-Luqan and Wasit

He concentrates it between the Euphrates and Jalq

And he returns it red as if it were true

He cries blood from the mercy of the auditor

Do not convey to him what I say, for he is wrong

He is brave, and when his accusation is mentioned, he is terrified

Cuts with the tips of swords

He is playful with the edges of broken speech

He who asks for rain is like a drop

Like the one who said to the astronomer, “Be gentle.”

It has existed until it has existed in every sect

And until praise came to you from every sense

The Roman king saw your relief in the dew

So he took the place of the sycophantic Mujtadi

Oh girl of Beirut and oh Nafha

One of the most beautiful love poems by the poet, writer, and painter Gibran Khalil Gibran, the Lebanese poet who was born poor:

Oh girl of Beirut and oh Nafha

From the venerable spirit of ancient Lebanon

Here is a sign from his news

Modern and timeless

She passed by that sheikh one night

A memory of beauty, fragrance and light

The memory of Saba was pleasant to her soul

And he left his head in love with her

He captured her secrets to his cedar

He could not bear it within the veil of conscience

And he broadcast it in a sigh, and he burst out

With the lightness of good news and the kindness of happiness

It is common in the foothills and is frequented

Every place has green plants

The plant laughed happily at her

About a fresh, intelligent, virtuous blossom

About the blossom carrying the wind of youth

He smiled hidden at Abeer

He walked to Beirut and found Shaza

From its sea came the bright morning

They tied a pearl in her mouth

The most beautiful thing is between the depths of the gaps

Names have you ever seen them?

Decorate your mirror in the early morning

A little love letter

One of the most beautiful love poems ever spoken in the modern era by the poet Nizar Qabbani:

My love, I have a lot of things.

I tell him, I have a lot of things..

Where are you from? Oh my dear, start

And everything in you is.. a prince.. a prince

Oh you make my letters

Which has silk cocoons

These are my songs and this is me

This little book includes us

Tomorrow.. if you turn his papers

A lamp longed and a bed sang

And she turned green from her longing, letters

The breaks are about to fly

Do not say: What a boy!

Tell me about the curve and the creek

And almonds and tulips, even me

The world will pass me by if I am not captured

And he said what he said, there is no star

Except for her from my perfume Abeer

Tomorrow.. people see me in his hair

Wine mouth and short hair

Leave people's stories.. you won't become

Big.. except with my great love

What would the earth be like if we weren't there?

If it weren't for your eyes...what would happen?

Pampering comes naturally and artificially

Ahmed Shawqi is considered an Egyptian writer and poet. He is one of the poets of the modern era and his poems are about love:

Pampering comes naturally and artificially

I see you as a creative guide in my situation

Lose it however you want, for beauty is no judge

So that the auctioneer is obeyed and heard

You may be terrified by a traitor out of passion

And I must love the deer horribly

They said: The deer heard the one who slandered

And I say that the deer did not hear or was conscious

I am the one who loves you as a sociable person

He loves to get lost in your exile, out of greed

I presented in my hands the days of passion

And I made it a wasted hope for you

And I believed in my love, so I did not care

To grant the world with it or to prevent it

O you who ran from those who hate Him to passion

He turned away, his cheeks radiant

God is in a liver that I gave water to drink with four things

If they had reached Radwa in the morning, they would have cracked

The most beautiful love

The poet Mahmoud Darwish is considered one of the most important Palestinian poets. He described his love for the homeland as if it were his beloved. This poem is considered a romantic prose poem:

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found ourselves strangers one day

The spring sky was composed of stars...and stars

I was composing a love paragraph.

For your eyes... I sang it

Your eyes know that I have waited a long time

As a bird waited for summer

I slept like a migrant's sleep

An eye sleeps, an eye will be awake for a long time

She cries for her sister

We are lovers until the moon sleeps

We know that hugs and kisses

Spinning nights food

And that the morning calls my footsteps to go on

A new day is on the way

We are two friends, so he will see near me, palm by palm

Together we make bread and songs

Why do we question this path to any fate?

He walks us

Where did we get our feet?

It is enough for me and for you that I am walking

together forever

Why do we search for crying songs?

An old poetry collection

And we ask, our love, will it last?

I love you with the love of caravans, an oasis of grass and water

And love of the poor loaf

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found westerns one day

And they always remain gentle

God threw dirt in Buthaina's eyes

Jamil bin Muammar is Jamil bin Abdullah bin Muammar Al-Adhari Al-Quda’i, and he is nicknamed Jamil Buthaina because of his intense love for her. Among the poems about love for her are:

May God cast a speck in Buthaina’s eyes

And in the hollows of its fangs, with pliers

She shot me with an arrow whose feather kohl did not harm

The phenomena of my skin, it is in the heart my wounds

I wish I had gray hair before what you said

From the announcer, Judge Samam Al-Dharih

So I died and you did not know that I had committed treason.

Indeed, a profit-seeker is not a profit-seeker

Do not carry it and make it a felony

I fanned out of it in a sultry breeze

I confess my sin that I wronged her

The rest of her secret is not revealing

Poems about old love

One of the love poems is this poem said by Mahmoud Darwish:

On the ruins we arrived

Our faces are on the sand

If the summer winds pass by

We took out the napkins

Slowly, slowly

We wanted to fold two songs like prisoners

We dodge the drop of dew

Come once in your mind

Sister

It's late at night

Strip me of colors and shadows

And protect me from humiliation

And in your eyes, my old moon

It pulls me to pray

To a blue nap

Under the sun and palm trees

Away from the darkness of exile

Close to my family's fever

I craved childhood in you

Since the spring birds flew

The trees were stripped

And your voice was once upon a time

He comes to me

Sometimes from wells

Sometimes the rain drops it for me

So pure as fire

Like trees, like poetry, it rains

Come here

There was something in your eyes that I desired

And I was waiting

And pull me to your hand

Hold me captive

He will be forgiven from you

Childhood lust in you

Since she flew

Spring birds

Trees stripped

We cross the road

Shackled

As if we were prisoners

I don't know if my hand is yours

I felt sore

From the other

It was not released as usual

On my chest or on your chest

Anniversary sermon

As if we were crossing a path

Like all people

If given

No longing

No regrets

No scorn

We dive into the crowd

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

Memory burns

He stepped, once, on a planet

And he walked on our fingertips

And he didn't get tired

And when I sipped from your lips

Raspberry water

I accept, then he drinks

And when I wrote about your eyes

I proofread everything I write

Join us and our masters..

And our coffee

And when you went...

He did not go

Perhaps I have become forgotten

You have

Like a cloud in the wind

Coming down to Morocco..

But if I try

to forget you..

A planet landed on my hand

Glory be to you

He drifted into my imagination

Who is your voice..

Prison and restriction

I see you, I leaned in

To a pillow

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 bloom

I call you heaven

I smelled rain and thunder

Glory be to you

It is not because of my joy that I am confused

Limit

And there is no promise for my appointment

Glory be to you

Ask her

Elijah Abu Madi is a Lebanese Arab poet who was born in 1890 AD and died in 1957 AD. He is one of the most famous poets in the diaspora, and one of the most beautiful things he said about love is:

Ask her or ask her meaning

What did her eyes tell him?

He was in a state of ecstasy and had never tasted wine

This ecstasy of love for her

He was lost in thought

He does not see beauty in the earth unless he sees it

The drivers to talk about

And pollen to spread its scent

And the breeze rustles in earshot

Leaves are Najwa spread by her lips

He counts the dawn as its dawn

And the stars of the sky are some of its beauty

The same applies to passion when it comes to the soul

She walked in a procession of her visions

He was forbidding his thirsty desires

So he blames those who forbid it

Love touched his heart and it was fire

She gets excited and enjoys her breath!

Every soul in which love did not shine

She did not know what it meant