The Most Beautiful Poems

Beautiful Poetry

Poetry About Love

How long will my heart remain wounded?

Where will this wind take me?

When, my beloved, will I find peace in my life?

This love in this world brings no comfort.

Don’t you wish for me to be sincere?

I am weary of traveling, weary of waiting.

I am tired of being at the end of the train.

I am exhausted by the song that has reached its end.

I’m drained from watching my dreams crumble.

I am fed up with the long nights, as the days fade away.

I am the one who loved you with every passion.

I am the one who gifted you pearls and corals.

I transformed you into a woman to be celebrated.

I made you a princess, whom time sings praises for.

I am I.

Everything you are now is because of me.

Unfortunately, you lost it and abandoned love.

Free me from this love that has shackled me.

Quench the flames of my heart that you ignited.

You turned me into a coat that you once wore,

But you tossed it away in the summer.

Like a perfume bottle that you loved,

And once it was empty, you shattered it.

You took from me everything you desired,

And extinguished the spirit that you used to cherish.

You have made me a prisoner of memories,

Living in the illusions of songs.

This sorrow has awakened every word inside me,

And I find myself searching for new expressions.

Creating innovation within my poetry.

I write everywhere, under trees and in the rain.

I declare defeat in love in this space,

But my passion for writing will never be defeated.

Even if Nizar returns from the grave.

Sad Poetry

May God have mercy on our love that you have slain.

My tears have dried, and existence feels futile.

Regrettably, you did not shed a tear for what you lost.

Your arrogance blinded you to your own vanity.

You initiated this love, and you also ended it.

Recite the opening chapter over him in your prayers.

You nurtured our love, but then you stabbed it.

Did I not know that betrayal was part of your nature?

You bought love, only to sell it away.

May the price be the bitter taste of your songs.

You built love, only to destroy it.

God is greater than what you are worth.

You sketched the image of love, yet you did not pursue it.

Your distraction led you away from the path of affection.

You wrote the covenant, then wiped it away.

Your attempts to alter memories are futile.

You wore love, only to cast it aside.

This passion, do not think of it as something trivial.

You said to preserve it as a memento, while I say I do not want it.

The token of my love is a testament to your demise.

Let your beauty serve you, make use of it.

Go after those who admire you; why should I keep it?

Perhaps one day it will ruin your life.

Poetry About Separation

I cried, but does the heart’s lament help?

The separation from my loved ones brings deep longing.

What is the meaning of life if we are apart?

And does lamentation truly matter? I cannot know.

Neither the memories free me to forget,

Nor the yearning allows me to sleep.

Separation from my loved ones strikes at my soul,

And I will continue to weep for their reunion.

I am tired of hiding the pain of my love

And resisting the envy of those around me.

I wish no one would know what has transpired in my life.

On the day I loved you, I felt as if it were my birthday.

Poetry About Reunion

O you who manifest honor when we meet,

And turn away with a single glance.

Do you not know that I am abundant without you,

In need of nothing from the source of all sustenance?

Though you may have reason to boast about what you have,

From fortune, wealth, and lineage.

Are you not removed from the bonds of the free,

Clad in the garments of misfortune and gloom?

There is no goodness in a blessing that is not followed by gratitude,

Or hands devoid of meaningful deeds.

If you have become envious for your stinginess,

Poetry About Friendship

If a person does not cherish you unless out of obligation,

Then let them go, and do not dwell on lamentations.

In life, there are alternatives, and in letting go, there is peace,

And the heart holds patience for the beloved, even if they turn away.

Not every soul you yearn for has a heart that echoes yours.

Nor does every person you wish to befriend genuinely reciprocate.

If the purity of friendship is not inherent,

Then there is no virtue in a bond forged through pretense.

Nor is there goodness in a close friend who betrays.

Meeting them after camaraderie has faded leads only to estrangement.

And they shall turn their back on memories of treasured times,

Revealing secrets that were once concealed.

Peace to this world if it bears no witness to a

True friend, honest in word and fair in judgment.

Poetry About Contentment

I have found that contentment is the essence of wealth,

Thus I cling to its skirts.

Neither one sees me at their door,

Nor do I indulge in their distractions.

I have become rich without money,

As I stroll among people akin to a king.

Poetry About Knowledge

Educate yourself, for no one is born wise,

And the knowledgeable are not like the ignorant.

A great man may boast much learning,

Yet still be small when the masses gather.

And a small one can rise to greatness,

If he possesses knowledge to return to in gatherings.

Poetry About Loyalty

O messages, convey to him that it is impossible for me to forget his love.

Comfort him, spoil him, and always converse with him.

I love him dearly; teach him that my heart soars at his side.

And all my longing, deliver it to him, keeping vigil through night and dawn.

He is my eyes; I will never forget him.

Poetry of Al-Mutanabbi

I am the one who the blind gazes upon for my art,

And my words are heard even by the deaf.

Do not complain to the people when your heart is burdened,

The people possess neither joy nor despair.

People share a fate akin to yours,

Each testing bitterness in life’s chalice.

And do not assume you bear your troubles alone,

For many live alongside you in their own struggles.

Poetry About Brotherhood

A person is only as good as their brothers,

Just as a fist forms with its wrist.

There is no benefit in a hand that is severed,

Nor in an arm that is without strength.

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