Greater than all the words

                                                                                      Nizar Tawfiq bin igloo diplomat contemporary Syrian poet, was born on March 21, 1923 from the family of an Arab Damascene as is his grandfather Abu Khalil Qabbani from the pioneers of the Arab theater

Madam ! I have in WordPad

Dance a thousand words

One in a yellow dress

The one in the red dress

Burn parties thread

I am not alone in this world

My family .. verses package

I love poet mobile

Know all the balconies

You know all sweets

I love expressions

What passed in Basel inkwell

Sun opened windows

And there was left my massage

And cut sailors and sailors ..

I seek on deep waves

Looking in the dead shells

Green for a character like the moon

Dedicate it to the eyes of my mistress

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Madam ! In this book

Find thousands of words

Including white and red ..

Blue ones and yellow ..

But you, O .. Green lunar

Sweeter than all the words

Greater than all the words

I apologize by nizar qabbani

I apologize

A sad face like the sun of the day

.. For writings by

.. For blunders by

What caused all

In pure destruction of your body

All that I raised from the dust around you

.. I apologize

All of what I wrote poems evil

.. At the moment collapsible

Poetry, my girlfriend, my exile and agonal

.. Tharta and Nude

I do not want that at all Tosama Avara

For this I came, my girlfriend ..

.. I apologize

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By nizar qabbani

Nizar Tawfiq bin igloo diplomat contemporary Syrian poet, was born on March 21, 1923 from the theatefamily of an Arab Damascene as is his grandfather Abu Khalil Qabbani from the pioneers of the Arab r

Sit five minutes

Hair does not want to fall as madness

In Greater coma

Only five minutes ..

poem does not want to paper clipped naked flesh

Only five minutes

love me for minutes ..

And disappeared from my sight within minutes

I'm not I need more than a matchbox

To ignite the fires of millions

The most powerful love stories that I know

It did not last more than five minutes

Poem of Last bird comes out of Granada by nizar qabbani

Nizar Tawfiq bin igloo diplomat contemporary Syrian poet, was born on March 21, 1923 from the family of an Arab Damascene as is his grandfather Abu Khalil Qabbani from the pioneers of the Arab theater

Your eyes .. Last two boats traveling

Is there a place?

I am tired of hanging around in the madness stations

And I arrived at the place ..

Your eyes are another two chances offered from

For those who think to escape ..

.. And I was thinking to escape ..

Your eyes are the last remaining birds south

Your eyes are the last remaining Hashish sea,

The last remaining tobacco fields,

The last remaining tears chrysanthemums

Your eyes .. Last hype popular place

The last festival ..

The last remaining lover wrote

And hands .. Last two note silk ..

Them ..

I recorded the sweetest of my speech

Adoration make me strong, whiteboard zinc,

Nor dissolve ....

And refuse to repent ..

I love you..

My shadow with me ..

It remains the face of Fatima

As pigeon  looped under the sunset lights

My shadow me .. perhaps Hussein comes

In his cloak doves, incense burners, and perfumes

Sweater and walk minarets, and onshore

And all rebel south

3

Your eyes last coasts of violets

I thought that the hair will deliver me ..

But the poems divid me ..

But women divide me ..

My baby :

Marvel that a woman meet this night,

Satisfied to accompany me ..

Marvel that poets writing in this decade.

Marvel poem that still

Pass between the fire and smoke

Assigned from above the barriers, and police stations, and defeats,

A horse

Marvel .. that writing is still ..

Despite smelling of dogs ..

Although cellars detective,

A source of vigor ...

4

Oily water in your eyes ..

gray..

Winy ..

I'm on deck,

Like a bird orphan

Do not think by reference ..

Beirut widow Arabism

And denominations,

Crime, madness ..

Beirut slaughtered in her wedding bed

The people around her bed spectators

Beirut ..

As hen bleeding in the road,

Where lover fled?

Beirut looking for what they are,

And looking for her tribe ..

And looking for relatives ..

But everyone hypocrites ..

5

Your eyes .. Last night flight

And my bags in the ground waiting wafting

Begging, crying trees to take them with me

Do you see a tree to escape thinking?

And betrayal, guilt ..

This is the time in which the culture,

And writing,

And dignity,

And manhood at Sunset

And my note  filled with thousands of holes ..

Oil lying under the sleepy happy trees,

And between the breasts harem ..

This is what has come to us

Angels devil ...

This oil semen ..

No National ..

Not popular

This rabbit defeated in both wars

Oil drink adult emperors,

And not people drink ..

How access to the poem you wonder?

Oil refers

A product (Pmarbaa) ...

And indicates half of Paris ..

And indicates half of what the (Nice) from the Sun and the bodies ..

And it refers A yacht in the seas of God ..

A woman refers, God willing ..

Do not buy a sword for the liberation of the south ..

7

Your eyes .. the last remaining seedling sieving

In a national sad.

Breeze and beautiful white revolution ..

Announces of millions of years

Being a woman with me ..

Connie me poetry

Travels always reverse the wind ..

Connie me Fairies

Does not reach the height of their passion lovers

Unless they enrolled in a row, angry ..

Oh my baby :

I announced that in the land of grapes and figs

The right of every destitute

And that all the hair .. Each prose ..

Each kohl in eyes ..

Each pearl something hidden in the breasts ..

A right for all dreamers ..

stay with me..

It will be announced that the Sun God,

It will be declared without embarrassment

Poem  that is stronger than all the rulers ...

The right of every destitute

And that all the hair .. Each prose ..

Each kohl in eyes ..

Each pearl something hidden in the breasts ..

Every grass, every jasmine

A right for all dreamers ..

stay with me..

It will be announced that the Sun God,

It will be declared without embarrassment

Hair that is stronger than all the rulers ...

The right of every destitute

And that all the hair .. Each prose ..

Each kohl in eyes ..

Each pearl something hidden in the breasts ..

Every grass, every jasmine

A right for all dreamers ..

stay with me..

It will be announced that the Sun God,

Similar in rotated loaf hungry

It will be declared without embarrassment

Poems  that is stronger than all the rulers

Another Valentine
Wendy Cope (1945 - )

Wendy Cope’s poem, commissioned by the Daily Telegraph in 2009, explores the frequent criticisms levelled at the most romantic day of the year. Yet as the narrator muses on the obligation behind Valentine’s Day, romantic feelings are conjured.

Today we are obliged to be romantic
And think of yet another valentine.
We know the rules and we are both pedantic:
Today’s the day we have to be romantic.

Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic.
You know I’m yours and I know you are mine.
And saying that has made me feel romantic,
My dearest love, my darling valentine

poem of love after love

Love after Love
Derek Walcott (1930 - )

For anyone who has recently suffered a separation or unhappy relationship, this is perhaps the ideal Valentine’s Day poem. The poem explores the idea of learning to re-love one’s self after trauma and loss. The Caribbean poet and playwright received the 1992 Nobel Prize for literature and won the TS Eliot Prize for his book of poetry, White Egrets in 2011.

The poem ends:

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life

poem of For the Fallen

For the Fallen

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21^st September 1914.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.