Romantic love poetry


  • 1 felt love romantic
  • 2 The Book of Love
  • 3 poems about ancient love
  • 4 To your eyes what is received and received
  • 5 cup reader
  • 6 hanging one's size
  • 7 References

Romantic love poetry

Poetry is one of the most prominent literary arts mastered by poets throughout the ages. Poets talked about love, adoration, sadness, description of nature, lamentations, and many other topics that were present and still on the poetic scene. We will mention in this article some of the romantic poetic verses that She talks about love.

love Book

The poem of the book of love by the poet Nizar bin Tawfiq Al-Qabbani , is a contemporary Syrian poet who was born and died in (1342 - 1419 AH / 1923 - 1998 AD) and is from an ancient Damascene family, as his grandfather Abu Khalil Al-Qabbani considered the pioneer of the Arab theater, and among his poems in love this poem: [1]

As long as you, my green bird
My love
So, God is in heaven
My love ask me
What is the difference between me and the sky
The difference between you two
If you laughed, my love
I forget the sky
Love, my love
A beautiful poem written on the moon
Love is drawn on all foliage
Love engraved on
Bird feathers and rain beads
But any woman in my country
If you love a man
Thrown with 50 stones
While I fell in love
The Kingdom of God has changed
The Dji went to sleep in my coat
The sun rises from the west
O my heart is no longer enough
Because whoever loves her equals the world
So put my chest in one
Be in the space of the world
You are still asking me about my birthday
Register, then you have what you are ignorant of
The date of your love me the date of my birth
If the genie got out of its bottle
He told me to pick you up
One minute you have
In it you choose whatever you want
Cut out sapphire and emerald
I chose your eyes without hesitation
With black eyes
With rainy clear eyes
I never ask of my Lord
Only two things
Keep these two eyes
It increases in two days
To write poetry
In these two pearls
If you were my girlfriend
Crazy level
I threw the jewels you need
I sold your bracelets
And I slept in my eyes
Adi on the fingers of what comes
First, you are my love
And secondly, my love
And thirdly, my love
Fourth and fifth
Sixth and seventh
Eighth and ninth
And you dear love

Poems about ancient love

The poet Mahmoud Darwish is the poet of the Palestinian resistance, and one of the most important contemporary Palestinian poets whose name is associated with the poetry of the revolution and the stolen homeland. The Mahmoud Darwish family consists of five sons and three daughters and is the second son. He classified this poem as a romantic poem and its prose type: [2]
On the rubble our response
Face us on the sand
If the summer winds passed
We set out the handkerchiefs
Slowly leisurely
We wanted to fold two songs like prisoners
We dodge the drop of tall
Come once in mind
It is late night
You expose me of colors and shade
And protect me from humiliation
And in your eyes, my old moon
Attracts me original
Into blue naps
Under the sun and palm trees
Away from the exile
Close to my family's fever
I craved childhood in you
Since spring birds flew
Abstract trees
And your voice was there
Get me
From wells sometimes
Sometimes the rain drops me
Pure like fire
Like trees, like poems, it pours down
In your eyes was something I desire
I was waiting
Attract me to your ulnar
Hold me captive
You are forgiven
Childhood craved in you
Since it flew
Spring birds
The abstraction of trees
We cross the road
As if we are prisoners
My hand did not turn your hand
She needed pain
From the other
It was not released as usual
In my chest or in your chest
As if we were passing a trail
Like all people
The given
There is no longing
No regrets
Not laziness
We dive into crowds
Let's buy our little things
We did not leave for our night
Ash reminds of Jamra
And something in my arteries
Call me
To drink from your hand
Remember the memory
Once a planet got off
He walked on our fingers
He did not tire
And when I sip your lips
Raspberry water
I accept then drink
And when I wrote about your eyes
Point all that I write
We shared our pillow
And our coffee
And when you 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
I forget you
Land on the hands of a planet
To you be the glory
He staggered in my imagination
From your friend
Prison and Restraint
See you leaned on
To a pillow
Skilled running
I stick in cold nights
In my blood she chews
I name you childhood
The tears drink in front of me
I call you spring
Herbs and roses grow up
I name you sky
The rain and thunder fell
To you be the glory
It is not my joy to reveal me
I have no promise
To you be the glory
And we realized the evening
And the sun was
She lay off her hair at sea
And the last kiss dock
On my eyes like embers
Take me the wind
And kiss me
For the last time in a lifetime
And the morning realized it
And the sun was
She combed her hair in the east
Her henna and wedding
A ticket to the Palace of Slavery
Take the songs from me
And remind me
Spark lightning
And he realized me the evening
The bells were
Knock to the Belle procession
And my heart is cold like diamonds
My dreams are boxes on the port
Take me spring
Say goodbye

For your eyes, what is met with heart

Ahmed bin Al-Hussein bin Al-Hassan bin Abdul-Samad Al-Jaafi Al-Kufi Al-Kindi Al-Kindi Abu Al-Tayeb Al-Mutanabi, who said this poem, was born and died in (303 AH-354 AH / 915 CE-965 A.D.). The poem that he classified as a vertical type from the Long Sea: [3]
You have what is in the heart and what is found
And for love what was left of me and what was left
I was not the one who would love to enter his heart
But he who sees your eyelids loves
And the contentment, the discontent, the proximity and the intention
A place to tear lying eyeball
The sweetest passion is what doubted his Lord
And in desertion, it is the age forever, hope and fear
Angered at the evidence, drunk with the boy
I interceded with her from a luminous youth
And straighten the smooth of the folds clear
I hidden my mouth from it and accepted my separation
And the horses of deer, like your goodness, have weighed me
I did not find out who was surrounded
And not everyone who loves is relieved if he fails
Afafi satisfies love and horses meet
God gave the boy the days of their pleasure
And does the old Babylonian verb
If you are dressed forever, you will enjoy it
She penetrated, and the garb did not penetrate
And I did not see as the day of their departure
He sent all the murders of all pity
Make eyes spoiled as though
A vehicle whose pupils are above mercury
On the eve they kept us from crying
The goodbye of fear of separation
We say goodbye to them and show us Vienna
Qena Ibn Abi Al-Hija is in the heart of Legion
Dawed Mosquitoes weave David
If you fall in it like weaving drenched
A hostile to the property of armies as if
Choose the spirit of the truffles and choose
All shields and deceitfulness upon them
And you flee all walls and ditches to them
He changes it between Al-Luqan and Wasit
And concentrate it between the Euphrates and close
And red returns it as if it is true
He cries blood from the auditor's mercy
Do not tell him what I say then
Brave when the stab is mentioned he misses
Hitting the edges of his swords Bananah
Playful with cracked limbs
Asks him who asks Ghaith a drop
As one who speaks to the ark, please
You have been found until every time
And praise came to you from all logic
The King of Rome saw your comfort at the club
He took the place of glorified luminaries
And he left the magical spears as small
To train him with stab wings and wit
He wrote a land from far away
Close to the horses around you already
He walked in your path, including his Messenger
He only walked above a truncated important
And when he was close, he made his place hidden from him
Sparkle in brilliance of bright iron
And he accepted that he walked in the rug, so he saw
To the sea a mother seeks full moon rising
The enemies have not discouraged them from their satires
Likewise, undergoing stylized speech
And if you had written it before this
You wrote to him in the veil of Damascene
If it gives you safety, there are means
And if you give him the limit of poisoning, then create
Did the whites leave the stems from them?
Locked up to slap or slave release
They responded by sending the cats their
And they passed a sheep after her provision
The sword of the light of light reached a rank
I showed it between west and east
If he wishes to have a foolish beard
I see him as dust, then he said the right
And how much envy did I mean?
But it is he who crowds the sea sank
And the people test the prince with his opinion
He overlooks the knowledge of every breach
Blinking the tip of the eye is of no use
If the edge of the heart is not with a hammer
O you desires to be refrained
And you who are deprived, you will have a livelihood
And the cheeses of the horse his friend dared
And the bravest of brave people separated him
If the enemies sought in the glory of his glory
His grandfather sought in their plot an exasperated pursuit
And what is shown is the advert
If the happy merit was not successful

The cup reader

Nizar bin Tawfiq al-Qabbani says in a poem that reads the cup that was not just a poem, written by Nizar Qabbani and sent to Abd al-Halim in 1973 AD and asked him to sing it to see the light in 1976 AD. Perhaps the most notable of them is the “Damascene Poem” and “O Set the World, Beirut”:
She sat and fear with her eyes
Consider my inverted cup
She said
Oh my boy, don't be sad
Love is written on you
Hey My son,
He died as a martyr
Whoever dies on the beloved religion
Your cup of world is terrifying
And your life is travel and wars
You will love a lot and a lot
And she dies a lot and a lot
And all women of the earth will love
She returns as the defeated king
With your life, I have a woman
Her eyes, glory be to the idol
Its mouth is drawn like a cluster
I laughed at her music and roses
But your sky is rainy
Your path is blocked
The love of your heart, my son
Sleeping in an observed palace
The palace is big, my son
And dogs are guarded by soldiers
And the princess of your heart is asleep
Whoever enters her room is missing
Who asks for her hand
Anyone close to her garden fence is missing
Whoever tries to loosen her braids
Hey My son
Missing is missing
I saw and starred a lot
But I have never read
A cup is like yours
I never knew, my son
Sorrows resemble your sorrows
You can never walk
In love on the edge of the dagger
And you remain alone like the shells
And you remain sad like willow
You can never go
In the sea ​​of love without castles
And she loves millions of times
And you come back as the deposed king

One person is hanging Qais

Imru al-Qais ibn Hajar ibn al-Harith al-Kindندي, from the son of the eater of al-Murar, a poet of Yamani origin, born and died in (130-80 BC) (497-545 AD), and from his poems with love and romance “hanging the person of al-Qais”, and they are considered a better starting from the beginning Arabic poetry, and I have attained from fame in the world of literature and poetry a status that is not for others, until I have set a higher example in quality, and even set the example of it in good and fame, it was said: (months from the nape of your nap) (and better than the nape of your Prophet), and from the poems of one who is measured in Love: [4]
Hide your niece from the memory of a beloved and home
To drop the twist between the entrance and carry
It was clarified, as the reading was not exempted.
When it was woven from the south and north
She sees the Baar Al-Arum in her harms
And her sexual intercourse is like the love of peppers.
As if I had lunch between them on the day
When the Samarra neighborhoods we flip Handal
Standing with my companion on their stretch
They say do not perish and make you sad
My recovery is a lost word
Is there a student’s drawing from a reliable one?
Like your mother from the mother of Al-Howeith before her
And the neighbor of the mother of the gods
When you get musk for them,
Nessim Al-Saba came wild carnations
Tears of eyes poured out of me,
So far, even my tears carry me
Is not your Lord a day for you which is good?
Not even a day at the jungle circuit
And on the day of my virgins, my dead
What a marvelous endure
So the virgins kept their flesh
Grease as a spoil of spoiled Damask
And on the day I entered the anesthesia,
So the woes told you that you are my husband
She says the Glee has tended us together
Akrt Bairy O is Qais come down
So I told her: "Sir, relax it."
And do not drive me away from your justified companion
Like you, I was pregnant and knocked
So her goddess who converted converts
If he cried behind her, she would have spent it
Hardly and even her apartment was not converted
And one day on the back of the blues, I couldn't
Ali is the father of an alliance that has not been analyzed
He weaned out some of this pampering
If you have cultivated my Saram, make me beautiful
Entice me to love you, kill me
And whatever you do, the heart does.
And if you have made you angry with me,
So wash my clothes from your clothes
And your eyes were not shed, except to strike me.
With your shares in the tenths of a slain heart
An egg of anesthesia
I enjoyed having fun without hurrying
I overcame her guards and ten days
I must take care of them and make my killers happy.
When the rich people in the sky are exposed,
Was exposed during the detailed scarf
So I came and slept for her clothes.
She has a veil, except for the right attire
And the oath of God said, What have you no trick?
But if I see the purpose of you, it will reveal
I went out with her walking behind me
On our tracks we carried a carried-over tail
When we sanctified the neighborhood and he slaughtered
Pena, the belly of Khift, the barrier of Aqqal
I rushed in my head and waved
I have to digest the scrap, leaving the pickle
A white, non-negotiated t-shirt
Their trim is polished like a log
Whistle is too early
Fed by the Undissolved Water Tigers
Prevent and show off a path and avoid
A look from the parasite jar monster
And good as good as lung not outrageous
If it is its text, it is not broken
A branch adorns the sturdy black charcoal
Athith as cannon of the troubled palm tree
Its upholstery is up to high
The vein turns astray in Muthanna and Mursal
And a gentle robe, like a short controversy
Legs like a humiliating watering tube
And you sacrifice musk boy on her bed
The sleep of the victim did not reveal the preference
And you give a non-shimmery license as if
Doing races in Abu Dhabi or your equivalent
It lights the darkness as if it were dinner
The beacon of a spiced monk
To like it, they dream of pouring youth.
If you start a shield between a shield and a roving
The men's blinds begged the boys
It is not my heart to haunt you with a breed
Is there no Lord in your opponent

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