In this post we have prepared a selection of Forough Farrokhzad’s short and beautiful romance poems, to read the anthology collection of Forough Farrokhzad’s poems. Chi Shi Join.
Selection of Forough Farrokhzad’s poems
Yes is the beginning of love
Yes is the beginning of love
Although the end of the road is invisible
I don’t think of the end of the other
That is the same love that is beautiful
Tired poem
I’m going tired and depressed and
Sideline
To God I take from your city
His heart
My little night poem
In my little night, alas
The wind with the leaves of cementation trees
In my little night my heart is devastated
Listen
Do you hear the darkness of darkness?
I look strangely to this happiness.
I am addicted to your despair.
O night of your dream of colored
Chest from a heavy fragrance
O to my eyes on my eyes
Joyful
Poetry comes
Come, come, come, come
And threshold is full of love
And I am on the eve of them to whom they love
And the girl who is still there,
Standing on the threshold of love, I will give up again
Poetry if you came to my house
If you come to my house.
Bring me the lights for me.
And a valve from which
Look at the overwhelming alley
Forgotten
Remembered
Is not the help to remember me
I have seen staring at and not.
A letter to make my heart happy
Ourselves don’t know what errors I did.
That
Elft
In his heart somewhere if it was
So why saw me.
Wherever I can be he is still
That stare into the eyes of the semester
The pain of love is with regret and burning
Overwhelmed on my heart.
I told me to make a look at Cho
Undoubtedly go out of the heart.
Death should be to find me
Verne
Pain is to get the problem going
Up to my lip on my lip
I dug
I wish that lips that kiss me
Its burning lip was bad
I would kill Cho in the arms of seal
Asking for himself what he was hugging
What happened that burnt fire was
Flame in his silent breath
Poetry I said that
I have
The heavy burden of the sadness of his love
The poem itself became a manifestation of
With the saying that the oppression of his love
Mom this shoulder.
Wiped the head from my eyes
Do this
Life is not except for my jail
Up to two eyes to be wondered
To what do I do. This beauty
Break this mirror
O mother
What is self -esteem
In the door and say that I
Except I have all shed
If so, why? It’s not a little
Reveal that I am in love.
Came as a ghost. If far away
Early asked who the message is from
If he is not from him to say that woman
It’s not late in this house.
Captive poetry
I want you and know that never
Don’t go to the heart of the heart.
You
I am this cage cage captive
Ze
Look at the look of regret
Visit
In this thought that the manual is going
And I suddenly open to the suite
In this thought that in a moment of neglect
Fill out of this silent jail.
I laugh at the eyes of the jailer
To resume life next to you.
In this thought I and I know that never
Is not capable of going to the cage saddle.
If the guy’s guy
He wants
Other than my flight is not breath
The zero behind the bars every morning
Looking at the childhood.
Cho I head to sing happiness
His lip comes with a kiss
If O heaven I will be one day
To be full of this raw jail
What to say to the eyes of the crying child
Me
I am a captive chicken
I am the candle that with the burning of your heart
I am a blazing ruin.
If I want to get off
Distracted
Sadness poetry
I wish I was autumn
I wish I was autumn
I wish I was silent and boring
The leaves of my dreams were yellow
My sunshine was cold
My chest sky was full of pain
Suddenly the storm was grabbing my life
My tears like rain
I paint my skirt
Wow what was beautiful if I was autumn
I was wild and passionate and colorful
Poetry in my eyes reads a heavenly poem
Along my heart was lover’s heart
In the arousal of hidden fire
My song…
Like the voice of the broken breeze
The scent sheds on the tired hearts
Ahead of:
The bitter face of the youth winter
Behind:
Summer Summary Summary
My chest:
Home
I wish I was in autumn…
I wish I was autumn
I don’t think about the end.
Tonight from the sky you have seen
Stars on my poem
In the silent silence of the paper
My claws spark
Muddy poem
Shameful of grooves
Burn his body again
Eternal thirst for fires
Yes the beginning is the love
Although the end of the road is invisible
I don’t think about the end.
That is the same love that is beautiful
Wish on the Rudy Beach Silent
Wish on the Rudy Beach Silent
I was a mysterious herbal aroma
Cho would go over there
I will make your lips to the head.
I wish I was reading the tray of the shepherd
To your crazy heart.
Breeze
I was passing into your house
I wish
Dawn I was shining out of the window.
Curtain
I saw the color of your eyes.
The wind will take us with it.
The wind will take us with it.
In my little night, alas
The wind with the leaves of cementation trees
In my little night my heart is devastated
Listen
Do you hear the darkness of darkness?
I look strangely to this happiness.
I am addicted to your despair.
Listen
Do you hear the darkness of darkness?
There is something going on in the night now.
The moon of the skin.
And on the roof that is afraid of every moment
Clouds, like the masses of mourners
The moment of the rain is waiting for
Momentarily and afterwards,
Behind this night window is shaking
And it has land
Opening from rotation
Behind this window an unknown
Worrying me and testing
O green
Hands your hands like a burning memory,
Put in my lover’s hands.
I am from you people
I am from you people
But you were my life
You were going with me.
You were reading in me.
When i take the streets
I went with no destination.
You were going with me.
You were reading in me.
U from the elm make the sparrows of lover
You were invited to the morning window.
When the night was repeated
When the night wouldn’t end
U from the elm, the lovers of the lover
You were invited to the morning window.
You came to our alley with your lights
You would come with your lights.
When the kids were going to go
And the clusters were sleeping
And i’m staying alone in this
You came with your lights…
U would forgive your hands.
You are forgiving your eyes.
You are forgiving your kindness.
You would forgive your life.
When I was hungry
You were like light light
U tuli tulips.
And you cover my pitchers
When my pussy shook from naked
U fastened your cheeks
To the anxiety of the post.
When I am the other
Had nothing to say.
U fastened your cheeks
To the anxiety of the post.
And listened
To my blood that was groaning
And my love that weeps dies
U listen
But you didn’t see me
Autumn Poetry
From the face of the fascinating nature
On my package two eyes full of sadness
Till the look of the stimulus fever
These effects of mourning and mourning
Autumn, a dirt passenger
What are you hidden in the Damon
Except dead and dry leaves
What other wealth to the world
What does the poet do except the sadness of the poet
Heavy sunset and darkened?
What does it do except the coldness and boredom
Did I hug me on my painful life?
In the skirt of silence of the raising
Sleepy grief. I am annoyed.
It dances the missing wish
In the vague curtains.
Autumn
Autumn
Autumn, a depressed
On the face of the enchanting nature
Excuse him
Excuse him
On him that occasionally
The painful bonding of its existence
With stagnant water
And empty holes forgotten
And stupid
That has the right to live
Excuse him
On the indifferent anger of a picture
That the desire of distant mobility
The paper is melted
Excuse him
Upon him that all over his casket
The red flow of the moon is passing
And the fragrances of the night
Sleeping a thousand years of his or her limbs
It is upset
Excuse him
Upon him that of
Inside the disintegration
But still the skin of his eyes burns from the imagination of light particles
And his blessing
The despair of the infiltration of love breaths shakes
O residents of the simple land of happiness
O open windows in the rain
Excuse him
Excuse him
Because it is fascinating
Because the roots of being
It is your burden
On the soil of the west.
And the early heart of his belief
With insidious strokes of regret
Are swollen in his chest
The lonely moon
Throughout the darkness of the dark
The Sirsks shouted
Months of the Great Month
Throughout the darkness of the dark
Branches with those long hands
From them
The side went up.
And the breeze of surrender to the commandments of the gods and the mysterious
And thousands of hidden breaths in the secret life of the dirt
And in that circle of the luminous luminous
Cuddle
Lily in the blade
Ghoks in the swamp
All together
Were shouting until dawn
Month of the Great Moon…
In
All the length of the darkness
The moon flaming the moonlight
Moon
The heart of his / her night was
Was bracing in the golden scream
Poetry
I don’t know what God wants or
Looking for what I go on night and day
What do you look at my tired look
Why is it depressed. This burning heart
I squeeze out of acquaintances
I have a kenji.
Calm and off
My eyes immersed in the beams
I give my heart a heart ear
I run away from these people who with me
Are appearing to be a companion
But in the interior of the inferiority
Badan I closed two hundred
Of these people who heard my poem
Go because the flower smells the fragrance
But the tail that
They sat down
They told me crazy bad names
My heart my heart crazy
That can burn from these alienation
Dont get anymore.
Hurry God. These madness
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