Poetry about death

  

Poetry about death

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Death is the absent truth present; People seldom think about it, even though it is an observable reality that people see its truth every day and is not hidden from anyone, and no one can ignore it. Death is the reality that every creature acknowledges, and every human being is certain of it, and God made it a separation between two lives: this world and the hereafter.

Poetry about death

Poetry was associated with death to express this truth and express the feelings of its writer, and the following are some of them:

O soul, Toby, death has come

O soul, Toby, death has come

And disobeying passion, love is still fascinating

As for you to see how Al-Manaya picked us up

Captured, and the last of us caught up with Olana

Every day we have a mourning dead

With his death we see the effects of our dead

O soul of my money and money I leave

Behind me and brought out of my world naked

After fifty I had spent playing it

It is time to fall short, it is time

We are not blind to our destinies

We forget by neglecting us who do not forget us

We are being cautious, and this age rebukes us

It was as if he carefully tempted us

Where are kings and sons of kings and who?

His ears fell in submission

The events of the age shouted at them, and they turned

Substituting from homelands back home

Empty cities whose bedspread was glory

And spread our beds and pits

O running in the fields of passion for joy

And oblivious to the clothes of the uncle, we were ecstatic

Time passed and age played

It suffices for you what has gone has been what has been

I asked the house to tell me

I asked the house to tell me

About loved ones what they did

So she told me the people are angry

Days after they were gone

I said, where do I ask them?

And what houses did they go down?

She said in the graves

God, what they did

People deceived by hope

Febdhm by term

They died and remained on the days

What they said and what they did

And it is proven in their papers

An ugly act and a misstep

They do not consider them nor

They have a shelter and no tricks

Nami in their graves

And what he sings they have obtained

Jani news and heart shake and its beat

Jani news and heart shake and its beat

On the day they said your lover died and the truth is his prayer

I went and prayed sincerely while I prayed

May God forgive my claims, my life's past

I lifted the coffin and had it firmly on my shoulders

And all my passion for Paradise becomes his reward

I bowed at his grave on the knees of his yields

And I cried, and people say who should settle his things

They did not know that my beloved under the dirt became his homb

And his beloved is on the ground, his steps heavy

I became surprisingly crazy of the dead silenced

He waits for a word and wipes his tears for it

I asked people what was the cause of his death

They were surprised and said, Who are you in his life

I said it was his heartbeat and heartbeat

He cultivated longing in his heart and heartbeat

I replied and said I wish I was dead with his death

I see it stuffed with poplar at my Lord's gardens

Does death deter the people of forbidding

Does not death deter the people of forbidden

He shall not be tempted by him

As for a scholar, who knows time

Goes off and becomes short streaked

Oh, oh, amen, and dove

To him is fast, near-term

He is pleased with something, as if he has passed

And he believes something has come

If you do not pass by the people of the graves

You made sure you were from them tomorrow

And that the dear and humiliated

Is the same if he is a Muslim of calamity

Strangers, they have no sociable,

Lonely, under the class of wealth

There is no hope other than God's forgiveness

No action other than that which has passed

If it is good, then it will be good

And if it is evil, then evil, he sees

Stop sickness

It is enough for you to see death cured

According to the meanings, that it be a safety

I wished for her when she wished to see

A friend, faint, or foe

If you are content to live in a suit

So do not restore the Yemeni hossam

And the spears do not go long for jealousy

And do not resort to the evil old man

So what does the lion benefit from shyness of fold?

Do not fear until you are frightened

You loved you my heart before your love was far away

It was treacherous, so you are faithful

And I know that clear doubts after it

You are not my heart if I see you complaining

For the tears of the eye are treacherous in their Lord

If they follow the departing neighborhood

If generosity is not provided for a salvation from harm

Neither praise is earned, nor money remains

And the soul has ethics that point to the boy

Whether generous or generous

Less longing, O heart, perhaps

I saw you dispel the friendliness of the not pure

I would have been created thousands if I returned to youth

I left my heart-aching Shebbi crying

But on the ground I have curbed a sea

My life, my health, my passion and rhymes

And an outpouring stretched out the canal between its ears

So he made dreadlocks following the Awalites

He walked into two hands all the way around the line

With it we inscribe the chest of the uniformed weave

And you shall see from the black boxes in the dark

They see distant characters as they are

And set up the hidden bell for a while

They leave a solemn call to conscience

Morning riders attract help

As if snakes were on the necks

With determination the body rides in the saddle

With it, and the heart walks through the body

Kafor means neglecting others

And whoever went to the sea, board the driver

Then we came with a person of his own time

And left behind eggs and makqa

It is permissible for those who do good to what

We see in them his charity and the hands

Young boy, we did not walk in the appearance of our forefathers

Until his time, please meet us

His destiny has been removed from the help of the honorable

He does not do anything but virgins

Kindly exterminate the hostilities of prostitutes

If it does not appear from them, he will destroy the enemies

Musk father with the face that I was desperate

To him, and to that day in which I was hoping

I encountered Al-Marwara and Al-Shanakheeb without it

I dedicate a migration to leave the water as a sate

The father of all good, not the only father of musk

And every cloud I do not pertain to Goadia

It signifies all luxury in one sense

The Most Merciful has gathered in you the meanings

If the sublime people won by dew

For you give high in your club

It is not a great deal for a man to visit you

Then he will return to the king of the Iraqis as a governor

The army that had come as an invader was mobilized

To your individual questioner that came well

And the world despises contempt for a tempted who sees

All that is in it and is far from it

And you were not one who perceived the kingdom of God

But in days you are closer to the fronts

You promise you see it in the country with good efforts

And you see Marakia in the sky

You wore an ivory pan as if you see

Not clear You see the atmosphere clear

You led everyone swimming to it

Make you angry and praise you

And a past conjugated who obeys you commanded and disobeys

If you are excluded or lost

And Asmar, twenty years old, pleased him

And he pleases you in his income the horses as a bartender

The bridges of Ammarat are separated

From the earth Fiaphia has inclined to her

She conquered the role of kings and proceeded

We call it their grooves and their songs

It was you who overcooked teeth first

And it begins to overlay the tooth again

If India has equaled two swords of hatred

Your sword in the palm of the hand removes the equality

And from the words of the Supreme, if he saw you for a ransom

My nephew, my seed, myself, and money

The extent that the professor has reached is the maximum of his Lord

And a soul for him is not satisfied but negligence

She called him to fill her to glory and higher

The people disagreed with the calling souls

He became above the worlds to see it

And if honor denounces it remote

Death is free

Autumn was passing in the flesh of a funeral orange

A copper moon crumbled by stones and sand

And the children fell in my heart on the desires of men

All shame is in my eyes, everything is not said

From the shed blood, arms calling to me: Come!

Let him rise well to the bloodthirsty sun

Do not bury your dead! Leave them as poles of light

Let my blood shed the sign of tyrants into the evening

Leave it dew for the green mountains at the top of space!

Do not ask the poets to inherit Zghalil the Khimila

The honor of childhood is that she is

A threat to the security of the tribe

I bless them with a glory that feeds blood and vice

I congratulate the executioner victorious over Ain Kahila

To borrow his winter clothing from braid hair

Welcome to a village! Hurray for the thug of childhood!

Oh Kafr Qasim! Grave monuments are a stretching hand

And the crops of the orphans are drawn to the depths as they extend

Staying, O your noble hand, teach us how to sing

They remain like light and words, untwisted by pain and bondage

Oh Kafr Qas!

Tomb monuments are a hand pulling!

Death seller

They stand

We buy grief

Are standing

We buy from the dead seller

We were filled with death from the hand of death, and our stomachs were full.

Will the wrongdoers rule us after death?

O my heart, we are asleep

We are not concerned with what is happening to us

We waited for a pilgrimage to save us

O Mahdi, do you like the situation?

Uh! How it saddens me when you think

They are to liberate our villages next

Or they give us a chance, or a little bit

We carry death to America in our homeland

Would they be if they sleep and not wake up

The others did not reach him

And I look at the watch and people are looking now

Iraqis, what are they waiting for ?!

O Mahdi, do you like the situation?

When do Jesus and Moses go out?

Uh! How it saddens me when you think

That the comers

They are to liberate our villages next

Or preserving our show, or our land

Or they give us a chance, or a little bit

We are hungry lions!

We carry death to America in our homeland

I hate America to the point of crazy

Would they be if they sleep and not wake up

I hate America and this is an honor

Others will not pray

for a year

And I look at the watch and people are looking now

My head concern is one question

Iraqis, what are they waiting for ?!

Death is a quarter of a year

Death is a quarter of a yard, never set

There is a man in him, so we turned her towards what he left

And the king belongs to God, whoever conquers wealth

Forcibly return it, and the gendarme itself included

If I or someone else had the destiny of a stalk,

On top of the dust, it was common

If the mind was described, the weight that carried it would be thrown away

On his authority, and you did not see Haija as a battle

The adder, which was thrown by its owner,

He pleases the tribe by dividing as company

Leave the cuttings, and if it is appreciated in you, you repent

To Him it applies, and you have not set up traps for it

And for Almnaya the seekers sought, since they were created

Do not care whether the knees or ark

The edging is easier, and the souls behold

Her divorce from Haleel, as long as it was separated

The person is like Najeeb Ramanra

From Al-Manoon, when he blew it with a blessing