Love Poems About Salaam or Salaam Love Poems

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Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Poem Details | by juan sanchez |
Categories: lost love, urdu, words, universe,

The One and Only

No words in the universe can help the intrductory of my apologetic note
The dissapointment i hear is poison to my health without any antidote 
The three days you were in my presence surpass the value of all my days put together
The world around me disapears when i embrace you with my arms its a moment I crave to last forever
You are the inspiration behind all my poems the source of my stimulation
fortunate to have been loved by you perhaps one day i'll deserve your angel baby dedication.
My next words are honest,simple,short but true, Im very sorry Ness
You might not care of my existence,its just a pain I had to get off my chest.
Reading my words you may think Im a fraud but, its reality I need you like I need air its not a choice but, a nessecity.


Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: absence, anger, angst, betrayal, break up, caregiving, funny love,

Dastaan

Jhoot Pe Chal Raha,
Caarvaan..Dastaan...

Ab Joh Mila Hai Mujhe,
Karm Ka..Falsafaa...

Dilon Ki Kharaabi Nahi Kudrat Mein,
Yeh Khel Rachaa..Insaan Ka...

Jayenge Kahaan?
Kise Hai Pata?


Poem Details | by Mohamed Saidani |
Categories: addiction, adventure, africa, arabic, december, desire, i love you,

JustaPoem

Listen Sister HEARING this makes you WONDER…
I am a PHOTOGRAPHER and I can be a RAPPER...
And If I would; I could play in MANCHESTER…
All I wanted with HER, was to be her, BROTHER…
All I wanted was to take him to a MOTHER…
I can be a BROTHER, and without playing HER, I can be FATHER….
AND I can MAKE my baby in a MOTHER…
NOW may be a train have played your brain…
THIS can makes you CRY also can make you FLY…
To FEEL SORRY to Relieve Some PAIN…
It’s all about playing the brain.it ALL started in a TRAIN.when a psychologist told me you are INSANE…
AND I was CURIOUS to know why he was SO FURIOUS..
I had a tobacco I DIDN'T’T say ‘’MAKO’… 
Despite I was high that GUY made CRY…
I LATTERLY told him I’m here in GERMANY and I’M not AN ENEMY.. ’ 
I CAME to Europe LEGALLY…
I’m PHOTOGRAPHER and I can be RAPPER…
If you want I can take you to a MOTHER…
despite I was high that guy made CRY…
IT WAS NEVER TOO LATE RUN THE MIXTAPE…
HOW come a PHOTOGRAPHER TRIGGER ANGER and make somebody SAY TODAY I’m a STRONGER…
HOW come a PHOTOGRAPHER trigger ANGER… and tell somebody what doesn't’t kill you make you STRONGER…
he thought I was a FREY..
he told me today I fight my WAY…
every body is smart in his own WAY…
and If YOU think I’m PERFECT,, I can SAY I’m a PROPHET…
THANK YOU for BEING elegant WAKING UP the inelegant may be I’m a bit ARROGANT… 
But that’s Okay because one Day I’ll get on a PLANE and will SORRY for PLAYING your daughter BRAIN… 
HER BROTHER will come laughing ALL THE WAY… telling us how beautiful she was THAT DAY…
TOGETHER SISTER they will FLY AWAY…
I used to tell people wake up and then at one point when all I could say is that I’m messed up… 
I SPEAK what I FEEL and If I want I kill I can’t do IT for REAL,,,
I’m TUNISIAN, AFRICAN, ARAB, BERBER, AND I truly DO CARE…
I SMOKE weed it is not a SIN,, it is JUST a MEDICINE…


Poem Details | by Maria Jara |
Categories: self,

Love Without Hope

Do not be harsh; even if wounds were born,
Being left alone; and completely torn
Do not tell me; whether I should or not,
Because you may conform; but I do not.