Poetry about loneliness

 

Poetry about loneliness

Unit

Loneliness is the hardest feeling that can bring sadness and depression to a person, so God Almighty created man to live in groups that help and support each other, and man rarely maintains his positivity and effectiveness while he suffers the bitterness of loneliness or separation from the one he loves.

When God created Adam, it was his wisdom to create Eve for him to be affectionate and love for him, in order to make his life a meaning to live for him, for loneliness is the feeling of loneliness and alienation when losing loved ones, where life becomes dark and dark without them, so man cannot live alone without the presence of people filling his life Joy and happiness

Loneliness is also not to find a friend who loves you and be a help to you, and to spend a lifetime without a loved one who understands you, your mother complains and your suffering and shares these pains together.

Poetry about loneliness

I am the one who is my friend, I am the one who is alone

I am the one in worry, I was afflicted, I suffered from afar

O Lord, where should I go with them?

O Lord, who does not support me in my unity?

I am tired of this life

Neither a friend nor a boyfriend, yes, and what my father is

My father is not Anis Younesi in my loneliness

It is enough for a person to understand and understand me

O Lord of my money, besides you, support me in my unity.

The unit kills after the beloved squad

My tears are bleeding and the wound is fine

My heart ache moans after he missed

His absence left Daim with worry.

Ah, uh, then uh, no reproach

Ah and my heart complained and loved it

My heart opened to them and opened the book

They neglected my love and neglected I am haim

They cut my loving heart, cut fangs

They displaced him and he was lost in the world of strangers

Why my world, everyone is a liar

Nor in my world to be honest

What changed his heart loyal to his love will flow

It narrates and heals the pain of what was installed

He is fair in spirit, He is all the beloved

My heart loves it and what kind of it is

Hope loomed knocking on the doors

Gates of my Lord, who is the Lord of Lords

Gives and grants and God does not disappoint

From the intention of my Lord answering the student

I sat still

Waiting for my misery to end, wait for the happy tomorrow to come

On the high outskirts I wander over the exhausted spikes staring at my fingerprint

Where is the hope? What is there What is the matter?

Perhaps I am spending time now, but where do I spend my years? She passes in front of me while she is running

Where is hope? What happened to my patience? Oh, a black sea with almost lost hope

You clumsy person who did not know how to master the game, O Broken-Wing Sparrow I missed the night

Oh a dream lost from me, erased from my heart, O mountain that the wind came to, and left it rich

On the side of the fields and the banks of the river, my soul was panting

Oh longing for the past that pushes me and pushes me along to leave me between heartbreak and longing

Where is the hope? I still don't know

The unity wrought by all of God’s creation

I testify that I am Tunisians and Sally

I swim with her, cheer the heart and guide it

The chest, not from it, narrowed me down

I leave the reality that bored my mind

I am lost in the imagination and my mind is broken

Away from the crowds of quarter and leave the group

And I am absent in my world and my current atmosphere

How hard it is to cry without tears

How hard it is to go without going back

And how hard it is to feel upset

As if the place around you is narrowing

How hard it is to speak without a voice

To live to wait for death

How hard it is to be bored

You see everyone around you as nothingness

There is a feeling of regret

For a sin you do not know, and a sin that you did not commit

How hard it is to feel deep sadness

As if lurking in you deep pain

You go on on your own

Aimless, no partner, no companion

And you, sorrow, and regret become a team

And you find your face drowning in tears

The rest of the hope turns into glamor

How hard it is to live within yourself alone

Without a friend, without a companion, without a lover

You feel the joy is far away

She suffers from an unpleasant wound

A deep wound is a stubborn wound

A doctor does not heal a wound

How hard it is to see the light is darkness

How hard it is to see happiness as illusions

You are alone, confused

Let me alone in the sky of loneliness

I enjoy my wounds and sorrows

And let my tears be my drink

Let the darkness of the night be my color

No, you are not alone

I'm here amid my grief

How old have I lost

I still don't know where to go

Will life end while I am here?

Where is the way?

I am between the beginning and the end

What are you waiting for and do not care

You are right, so let love die in me and live my sorrows.

I tend to be isolated and farther away from people

People don't look at me

My heart is lost from sorrows and bored

And my eyes shed tears, O glory

I did not return home after he was separated by a courtesan

From my sadness, I did not give me my space

The atmosphere of happiness for me was replaced by sadness

From the day on me the nights kept you away

I call out in your name all the talents of our people

I found your breath for me northward blowing

And shed tears of emotion and say it is okay

And from the oppression, clap the right-wing north

Glory to your divisions, O races

What i want after your distraction and sally

Your love in my heart has limits and measures

You loved my life and saw you as my capital

Poems in Unity

We present some of the poems that express the poet’s unity.

Lonely grave

Amer Dabbek

Guardian ache

Like someone who left I loved him

So I am separated between walls

Of orphan

Alone in the streets of his grief

Goes on

Without a lamp from his eyes

Enter the dream gap

I'm trying to light up

My fingers are hair

It takes me distances

From darkness

My hand is grief

Her fingers are stiff

And a wall to rest my face on

When I am broken

Take me out of my hand

Time is around me

Like the face of death awaits

My flight is surrounded

It drifts in my soul and melts

Command

As if I were a shadow of my silence

In the orbit of death

A native

Behind the parts of the anthem

I do not see people in the sea

No desert

Irritation in my vein

In the orbit of cold

Take me from my blood

Pull me to see my death

Give me back to

A lonely grave in the silence

Pink

Dirt above my dreams

And keep my voice shut

I don't see horses

In the extent of my vision

May come

Single

Ibrahim Nagy

I'm on Kase, bringing back the years

I resurrect the distant, buried past

What is useful to the sting of passion?

Catch you, Hind, the stabbing wounds

How I plant colia in my mind

How does it grow in a dry locus?

The Jam is crying out of agony, or me?

Jamie is strange, and my heart is strange

You were not whispered

Otherwise, it was as if I echoed you

I preserve my sorrow for you until found

I lock the joy until I see you

I locked this sound it didn't go off

Except for your sadness or your joy

Rejoice today with my freedom

On what night spoil them to fly

How many people were there and did not differ

Whose we go and I walk

The hobbies that know the release of passion

Like a dark coal with blood

And screaming, I held him back in my mouth

And a tyrant I chained him in my blood

You don't know, and no one

In the name of your goodness, no matter how hard you strive

Or aware of the depth of the meanings that

In a fleeting glance it gathers

I denied it and did not confess

Except with perfume that came from your paradise!

Rejoice today with my freedom

On what night spoil them to fly

Reply to my heart the chains of the prisoner

And that luminous morning

How many people were there and did not differ

Whose we go and I walk

After years of lights you left me

Dreadful endeavors and hidden fate

Did you know me? No and right that

Make me pity to know

The hobbies that know the release of passion

Like an ember with blood exuding

Whatever you know, even if you miss it

The ferocious passion jumped and the vicious one

And screaming, I held him back in my mouth

And a tyrant I chained him in my blood

You don't know, and no one

In the name of your goodness, no matter how hard you strive

Or the adult secret of intelligence that

It's almost blazing in your luck

Or aware of the depth of the meanings that

In a fleeting glance it gathers

Or understand the art of makers

The most creative of both: pilgrimage and the body

lonely man

Nizar Qabbani

If I knew what I want

I did not come to you as a frightened cat

If I knew what I want

If I knew where to spend my night

If I knew where to prop my forehead

I was not tempted to go up

Do not ask: Where did you come from? How did you come? What do I want?

Those silly questions I have no answers

Do you have matches and some cigarettes?

Do you have any newspaper that cares about its history

All newspapers have something new

Have you-madam- another bed

At home, I am always a lonely man

You get in, Nami

I'll make my coffee on my own

I am always a lonely man

The roads kill me, the maps and the borders reject me

As for the mail, for centuries I have not received mail

Bring the cigarettes and disappear

It's all I need

It's all that a single man needs

Don't lock the doors behind you

My nerves are covered in ice

Don't stop a thing, sex is the last thing I want

O the heart of life

Abu al-Qasim Shabbi

O heart of life, I am lonely

Tanned, lost, where is your sunrise?

Thirsty, thirsty, where is your soul?

O the heart of life, the flute is darkened

And the cloud of space, where are your lightnings?

O heart of life I am heart

The stars listened to your longing

I was at your dawn, dressed up with dreams

A fragrance that flies over your roses

Dreaming, he seizes the light, and listens

You are in a trance, inspired by your hymn

Then darkness came, and I ran into papers

Starting with withered roses

Between the horror of darkness and the silence of existence

I was in your dawn shrouded in magic

Space of the guiding anthem

And a cloud of visions roving

In eternal and eternal conscience

Oh, the heart of life, how much I am in the world

A stranger I am miserable by estranging myself

Among people who do not understand songs

My heart does not mean my misery

So hug me, and hold me to you as before

This existence is a desperate cause

And my wishes, the tears drown out the sweetest

And the echo of time perishes

And the songs that eat bloody flames

Its delights, and preserves its essence

And roses die in fist

Thorns, what is this boring life?

The boredom of this life is back

And in the morning, it repeats after the night

I wish I had not - as I was - a light

Common in existence, not a prisoner!

The boredom of this life is back

And in the morning, it repeats after the night

I wish I had not - as I was - a light

Common in existence, not a prisoner!