The most beautiful romantic poems

  

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 and love, the groans of lovers and their suffering, and romantic poetry carries you to live above the stars, the whispering of the night, the planets, the conversations of birds and confusion, the complaints to them and the flying of many poems in the wandering seas. Romantic poetry was one of the sweetest dreamy poems that tell stories of love and lovers.

One of the most prominent romantic poets in the pre-Islamic era was the poet Umaru al-Qais who presented to us immortal poems in describing his beloved and his longing for her, and in the Umayyad era there were many poets such as Qais bin Al-Malawh who wrote poems about his love for Layla and his suffering in his distance from her, and in the modern era he The poet Nizar Qabbani has the greatest impact on enriching romantic poetry, as he inflamed people's hearts with many poems bearing the most wonderful meanings of sincere romance, tender love and passionate feelings. Here is a bunch of the most beautiful romantic poems.

Ask me, sweetheart

Nizar Qabbani

Ask me, sweetheart

What is the difference between me and the sky

The difference is between you

That you laugh, my love

Forget the sky

O my Lord, my heart is no longer sufficient

Because he who loves her is equivalent to the world

Put one in my chest

Other than the space of the world

You still ask me about my birthday

Record yourself what you don't know

Your love date for me My birthday

Black-eyed

Rainy eyes

I never ask my Lord for anything but two

To save these two eyes

I add two days to write poetry

In these two pearls

Doubt to the sky how you could how

To summarize all the women on the earth

If you, my friend, were on a crazy level

You threw your jewels

And sell your bracelets

And you slept in my eyes

You see what meets the heart and what is met

The Prospector

You see what meets the heart and what is met

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

And I was not the one who entered love in his heart

But he who sees your eyelids loves

And between contentment and anger and closeness and intent

Space for teary tear

And the sweetest passion is what doubts the connection, the Lord

And in desertion it is an eternity that hopes and pains

And my anger at the cues drunk the boy

I interceded with her from my youth with brightness

The smoothie of the folds is clear

I covered my mouth from him, so he kissed my part

And horses of deer like your good adorn me

I did not discover that he was unemployed from the cordon

And everyone who loves is pardoned if he is absent

Chaste and satisfy love and horses meet

Allah watered as much as He pleased during the days of a boy

And he does the act of the freed Babylonian

If you wear eternity and enjoy it

She penetrated, and the clothed one did not pierce

And I did not see as notices on the day of their departure

They sent out all the killing from every sympathetic one

Turn around as if confused eyes

Vehicle turbines above mercury

Eve weeping back from sight

And about the pleasure of saying goodbye, the fear of separation

We bid them farewell and clear us as if it were

Qana Ibn Abi Al-Hayja in the heart of a legion

A judge, David knit together with her

If it falls into it, it is like weaving of a ditch

Lids of the possessions of the armies as if they were

She chooses the spirits of gags and chooses

Lead them with every shield and rudeness

And every wall and ditch shall be cleared for them

He changes it between the encounter and the medium

And focus it between the Euphrates and Gilgit

And he will take it red as if it is authentic

He cries blood from the mercy of the auditor

Do not tell him what I say, for it is

Brave when mentioned to him the stabbing derives

Strikes with the edges of swords

Play with the edges of difficult speech

Asking him who asks raindrops for a drop

As an invalid, he who says to the ark: Attach

You have been found in every community

And even praise came to you from all logic

The Roman king saw your satisfaction with dew

So he took the place of the glorified, the flattering ones

And the black spears were kept young

To run away from it with obedience and be smarter

He wrote from a faraway land

A relative of an old horse around you

And he walked through Misrak from his Messenger

He did not walk except over a large filed

When we came, his place hid from him

A sparkling iron beam

And he began to walk on the carpet, he did not know

To the sea, he seeks a mother to the full moon, ascends

And the enemies did not discourage you from their irritations

Like submission in a flowery speech

And if you had written it before this

She wrote to him in the dirty waste

If you give him safety, then ask

And if you give him the limit of judgment, be created

And did the whites leave the stranded ones?

A prisoner of a redeemer or a slave to an emancipated person

They turned the cat back its blades

And they passed on it with a pure livelihood

I have attained, by the sword of the State of Light, a rank

I have enlightened in it what is between West and East

If he wants to play with a foolish beard

I see him as my dust, then he told him the truth

And when the envy was distressed, something I meant

But he who crowds the sea will drown

People will test the Prince according to his opinion

And it overlooks knowledge of every penetrator

Close the tip of the eye is not beneficial

If the end of the heart is not a hammer

Oh, what is required next to it, refrain

O you who are deprived, you will make good

O cowardly knights, you bold oneself

O the bravest of the brave, it will separate

If the enemies expanded in the wickedness of his glory

His grandfather pursued their ploy a frustrated pursuit

And the favor shown does not prevail over the infection

If it was not the favor of Al-Saeed Al-Sufak

We cry from the memory of a loved one and a home

Imru Al Qais

We cry from the memory of a loved one and a home

By the abrasion of the convolution between entering, it is conceived.

So it is explained, because the reading does not work.

When weaving it from south and from the sun

You see Ar-Aram in its crossings

And its bedding as if it were the love of pepper

As if during the intercourse during the day they endured

At the blacks of the neighborhood we stand up

And my companions stood with it on their mount

They say do not perish grief and beautify

My recovery is a debilitating lesson

Does he have a studying fee of dependent?

As your decency from Umm Al-Hawith before her

And her neighbor, the mother of the god, was the same

When the musk was taken from them

The breeze of the boy came to the wild of the carnation

And the tears overflowed from me,

On the sea, till my tears bear me

May not you have a good day from them

Especially not a day in the district of Gilgal

And on the day of my virginity for my virgins I tied

What a wonder of its enduring ball

Virgins kept dumping their flesh

And fat like the fringes of spiced damask

And the day I go into numbness, a goat gets numb

So he said to you, You are my foot

She says, "We are happy with us together."

You disgraced my shame, O woman of measurement, go down.

So I told Haaseri, and relax

Do not drive me away from your reasoned side

As my pregnant woman has knocked and breastfed

So I distracted her from the one who has converted

If he cried from behind her, she turned to him

By a cleavage, and the underneath of a cleft was not transferred

And one day on the back of dune, she was excused.

Ali, and it was not dissolved

Wrap some time of this pampering

And if you have made tears of my crucifixion, then beautify me

And if you have made you ill from me

So I let my clothes go

I have deceived me, that your love fought me

And you do whatever Camry heart?

And you did not lose sight of you except to strike me

With your arrows in tenths of a murdered heart

And a numb egg, the hiding of which cannot be hidden

I enjoyed her in no hurry

Guards exceeded to it and ten

If they let my slain be pleased

If the chandeliers in the sky were exposed

Exposed during the detailed mantle

I came and she had fallen asleep

When the covering is only the wearing of the preferential one

So they said, You do not have a way,

And if I see the purpose from you, it will pass away

She came out with her walking behind us

On either side is a relayed harrow tail

So when we passed the yard of the neighborhood and left

Bunnah bunnah bunnah dhaqiqqal

She squeezed her head, so she fluttered

The digestive of al-kasheh, the water of makhlal

If it turns towards me, it puts its wind away

The breeze of youth came to the land of the pink

Unflappable white squash

Her skin polished like a hook

As white as yellowing

Feeded by an undissolved water tiger

They repel and show offspring and fear

With a view of a beast of a baby jar

And as good as reem is not outrageous

If it is the same text and not disrupted

And a branch decorating a charcoal black board

Athith as the stranded channel of the palm tree

His restorations are exhorted to the Most High

The backgammon stays in the middle and mursal

A gentle rash like a braid is briefed

And a stalk like a humiliating watering pipe

And they give in licenses without a lot, as if

A buck fast or equal.

She shines the darkness at dinner as if she were

Lighthouse of a celibate monk

And a young musk sacrifices over her bed

We sleep in the morning did not stop Fadlal

Like it, dreaming sleeps

As early as between Deraa and Mujul

Male aunts have entertained their youth

And my redemption is not through reproduction

If the Lord of an opponent in you has distorted his apostasy

An admonition for uncompromising injustice

And a night like the waves of the sea is looser

To be cursed by all kinds of anxieties

So I said to him, When he had stretched his crucifixion on him

He nourished miraculous people, and made people eat

O long, long night, am I not

Morning, and the morning is more perfect than you

O you who are at night, as if the stars are

With all the cunning, the twisting was pulled, withering

It was as if the chandeliers were suspended in their mesas

By the deaf of the flax

He has fed me and the bird is in its universe

Upon a lifetime of a skeleton

Cunning mastermind inevitable future together

Like a rock jolt that a torrent has laid down from on top

A dead body that sheds from its state

Just as serenity is still revealed

A wipe if the swimmers are indwelling

The dust was enriched with cauliflower

On a ferocious shrivel, as if he was defeated

If its fever overflows in it, boil a boiler

The boy removes the thinness from his leanings

Wraps the robe of the heavy violent

Derri as the offspring of a newborn

Turning his palm with a conductive thread

Has an ostrich heel, and an ostrich leg

And relaxation, and rounding it off

As if he was on his shoulders when he departed

The extent of the prayer is a bride or a prayer of prayer

He had his saddle and his bridle on it

He has sold me, and is standing, not sent

For we had a shed as if we had a sheep

Virgins of a vortex in an abdominal water

So it turned like the onset that separated it

Generally good in the Mukhl clan

Then he joined us with the subordinates and without them

Its delicacies in a sacrament have not been removed

It is usual for hostility between a bull and a sheep

Dark, and he did not pour water, then he washes

The cooks of meat remained from among the ripened

An accelerated grill or saucepan summer

We wandered and the party shook its head

When does the eye become thin, in which you go down

As if the blood of the Hadiats was in its desert

The juiciness of henna with fresh strawberries

And if you call it a plug of the aisle

As broad as the broadband of the earth is not isolated

The hottest to see the brightness I see you and its past

All hands clot in my crowned love

He lights his years or the lights of a monk

Safety of scallops with curdled woolly

I stayed for him and accompanied me between Hamer

And between completeness, after not having contemplated

So he became sweeping water for every legacy

He writes on the ears the ears of the vagina

Timothy did not leave a palm trunk in her

And there are no men but an erection of jinn

As if the cliffs of the head of the galaxy were in the morning

From the torrent and the rain, the spindle of the spindle

It was as if adan in two avenues and knocked out

Great people in a chiseled avenue

He spoiled the desert of a ghee, sold him

Laden yemeni miscarriage

As if a seventh had drowning gland

By its extremities, its feathers, its roots

On cotton, with shrimp, whichever way towards it

And the left hand on the curtain, it will be destroyed

And he gave a mess with his blessing at night

So the bone was sent down from it from every house.

Poems about old love

Mahmoud Darwish

On the lands we rose

And our faces are on the sand

If the winds of summer pass

We set out the napkins

Leisurely .. leisurely

We wanted to fold two songs, like the prisoners

Dodge a drop of debris

Come once in mind

Sister!

It's late night

Strip me color and shade

And protect me from humiliation!

And in your eyes, my old moon

I pray

To nip him blue

Under the sun .. and palm trees

Away from the darkness of exile ..

Close to my family's fever

Childhood lusted for you.

Since the spring birds have flown

Strip trees

And your voice was, hey,

Come

Sometimes from wells

Sometimes rain drops him

So pure as fire

Like trees .. like poetry pouring down

come

There was something in your eyes that I desired

I was waiting

And pull me to your ulnar

Tie me captive

From you is forgiven

Childhood craved you

Since it flew

Spring birds

Break the trees!

And we pass on the road

Are shackled

As if we were prisoners

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

I had a pain

Who else?

She did not divorce, as usual,

In my chest or in your chest ..

Sarwa of remembrance

As if we were crossing the path,

Like all people,

That given

No longing

No regrets

And no shrill

And we dive into the crowd

Let's buy our little things

We did not leave for our night

Ashes .. He mentions Jamra

And something in my arteries

Calling me

Let me drink from your hand the remembrance reverberation

Get off, once, planet

He walked on our fingertips

He did not get tired

And when I washed off your lips

Raspberry water

Come on, then, drink

And when I wrote about your eyes

Dot everything I write

And our masters joined us.

And our coffee

And when I went ..

He did not go

I may have 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 hands

Glory be to you

Adrift in my imagination

From your ..

Imprisonment and restriction

See you, lean on

To cushion

Fill .. run

Feel you in cold nights

Sun

In my blood, you shout

I call you childhood

The breast sucks in front of me

I call you Spring

The herbs and roses looked like

I call you the sky

Then the rain and thunder blew

Glory be to you

It is not for my joy that I am confused

Limit

My appointment is not promised

To you .. glory

And we realized the evening ..

And the sun was

Brushing her hair in the sea

And another kiss dock

On my eyes are like coals

Take wind from me

And kiss me

For the last time in a lifetime

And the morning caught it

And the sun was

She combed 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 ..

Cry lightning

And the evening caught me

And the bells were

Knock to the procession of the beautiful captive

And my heart is as cold as a diamond

And my dreams are boxes on the harbor

Take spring from me

And say goodbye to me ..

Small affairs

Nizar Qabbani

Small affairs

You pass it by ... without turning around 

I have my life equal 

All my life .. 

Accidents ... that may not interest you 

Older than shortcomings 

And he lived on it for months 

And spin many stories from them 

And a thousand skies .. 

And a thousand islands .. 

Affairs.. 

Your affairs are that small 

When you smoke, get down in front of you 

As your kind cat 

I am safe 

Catch up with a fan 

Strands of smoke 

Distribute them in the corners of the place 

Circles .. circles 

She left me at the end of the night 

As a star, as an immigrant kite 

And leave me, friend of my life 

The smell of tobacco and the memories 

And I stay .. 

In a solitary frost 

I have increased .. all of my food 

Cigarette wrecks

A dish containing ashes 

Hides gray .. 

And when I'm sick 

And bear your precious flowers 

My friend .. to me 

And make my hands in your hands 

He returns to me color and health 

The sun sticks to my cheeks 

And I cry .. and cry .. without will 

And you return my cover to me

And put my head on the pillow ..

I had all the best 

My friend .. if only I 

I keep .. I remain ill 

To ask about me 

To bear me every day 

Beautiful roses .. 

And if the phone rang in our house 

To him I fly 

I .. my ether friend 

With the joy of a little child 

Longing a wandering swallow 

And I embrace the rigid machine 

And I squeeze her cold wires 

I am waiting for the sound .. 

Your voice matters to me

Greenhouse .. full .. strong

As the voice of a prophet

Like stars thrashing 

As the sound of falling ornaments 

And cry .. and cry .. 

Because you thought of me 

Because you are from the balconies of the unseen 

She exclaimed to me ..

And the day I come to you

To borrow a book

To claim I came to borrow a book

Stretch your tired fingers

To the library ..

And I was kept .. in the mist of fog

As if I were a question without an answer ..

I star at you and at the library

As a kind cat does

Trac discovered?

Do you know?

That I came other than the book

And that I am nothing but a liar

... and quickly went to my closet

I hold the book to my ribs

As if I carried being with me

He lit a light .. and drew the veil around me

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

And run after the commas ... Run

Behind the spin points

My head is spinning ..

As if I were a hungry bird

Look for seed droppings

Perhaps you .. oh .. my ether friend

I left one of the corners ..

A short love phrase ..

A small garden of longing

Perhaps you hidden something between the sheets

A small peace .. restore peace to me ..

And when we are together on the road

And you take - unintentionally - my arm

I feel my friend ..

With something deep

Something similar to the taste of fire

On my elbows ..

I lift my palm towards the sky

To make my path endless

And I cry .. and cry without interruption

So that my lost will continue

And when I come back to my room in the evening

I take off the robe

I feel - And what are you in my room.

That your hands

Two turns at the mercy of my elbow

And I remain to worship you, my weary

Place your fingers warmers

On the sleeve of my blue dress ..

And I cry .. and cry .. without interruption

As if my arms are not mine.