Beautiful Urdu Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Urdu poems are examples of Urdu poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Urdu Beautiful poems written by international poets.
kis liye be-qaraar hain aankhen
kis ke gham mein shumaar hain aankhen
aap hain dil kii baat karte hain
aap par jaan-nisaar hain aankhen
kitne maasoom maar dale hain
kitni karti shikaar hain aankhen
ladkhadaate hain dekhne waale
uski itni khumaar hain aankhen
jab se dekha hai uski aankhon ko
zehn-o-dil par sawaar hain aankhen
Look at this sky,
Birds are flying,
A sound of wind touches our ears..
That slow and hard rain..
The fresh and cool atmosphere..
After the rain that small rainbow..
These drops of rains on the tree leafs,
And they are dropping from there
And touching our cheeks..
Those tree branches waving in the air
And making a sweet echo,
That dim light of sun is coming from clouds,
And spreading the rays of it in all directions,
And just orange atmosphere is created..
And I am just standing over here my hands opened,
And feeling the life..
It's so good,
Feel it,
Life is so beautiful..
The new middle-class
I’m making a soup the house smells of garlic
they tell me, in building, I use too much of this delicious onion
here in Portugal were all meals has garlic as an ingredient.
But I do as I please, they can close a window or off.
I do not belong here in an apartment building with snobs
who thinks they have reached, the middle-class status they?
Where striving to get a foothold.
There are three lifts two for people and one for cargo,
and workers I take that lift because it is mostly empty.
Many of the dwellers in this block are Portuguese and
have been working in France in a shared flat to save for
this, and kudos to them, but it is a mistake to look down
on the locals, by being rude; you are a stuck- lot
remember where you came from.
LIE
They see us sitting in a tub of jewels and rings
TRUTH
They never see us how much we work hard for a cent
LIE
They see us wearing a glossy crown on our heads
TRUTH
They never see how hard we try to please someone else
LIE
They see us living pampered with love and care
TRUTH
They never see the wrinkles made by pressure and stress
LIE
They see us sitting on a stack of dollars
TRUTH
They never see that we're half drowned because of financial problems
LIE
They see us putting beautiful colors in room
TRUTH
They never see how we cry when we face our own misfortune
LIE
They see us branding good reputation
TRUTH
They never see how difficult for us to conceal a mistake
LIE
They see us projecting a moral perfection
TRUTH
They never see how phony it is to be in this profession
LeiStrauss2017
Garage
stacked high
scribbled stenos of
an automatic act
of little understanding or thought-------------
{tuhituhi}
visceral finality
zero return
zero reward
and then there's
a learning disability hindering the reading-------------
{panui}
writing
is taking a dump,
except after wiping, I tend to take a peek
this creative act ill affords a 2nd glance
a good day and bet the writing stinks... boring
jail or hospital equals readers galore
"TELL ME MORE!"
could correlate with occupancy rates
what a sorry excuse of a poet I am
damn if that ain't sayin' much.-----------
{paru}
~editor's note: Poetry Soup would not let the beautiful Urdu script be seen, so I substituted Maori~ :(
Beautiful scenery, rolling hills with craggy cliffs adorned with winter scrub clinging to impossible places. Narrow winding roads, leading somewhere, maybe nowhere, finding out when we get there. Rounding a bend just enjoying the scene, finding an eyesore almost obscene. In the ground in front, towering high a plague of of wind turbines I did espy.Not the Quixotic or Dutch that are nice. These huge monstrosities seem to crowd the very sky, killing birds by the score with their whirling wings. The race is on to harness the wind for soon the earth will cease to give up its treasure just so we can enjoy our leisure. Here rivers do not flow for most of the year and our island needs power but not nuclear. So the turbines have come to march over the mountains like a white army of whirling dervishers that sadly will be the future, unless they can harness the suns free power much better.Time and nature will tell, if only we let her.
Welcomed around me the half dead in lost love writhing in ecstasy
I myself now in the place of the past of dreams devoid of such chastity
Well met seeing my lost love beautiful with chestnut eyes and soft such curved hips
In dreams devoid of vanity I will and now just serve myself so handsomely
The Other Shore
Oh my dear little precious
One
Your life was short upon
This planet
But I know you will go so
Very far
Within the openness of
Your love
I know your love will always
Be
Now just fly into the light and
Swim the wave of my tears
And I’ll
Meet you again on the other
Shore
So fly on my dear little precious
One
So gentle so beautiful your
Memory
Will touch and remain a part
Of my heart
I look for you in the morning
Sun
The evening sunset will draw
You near
So fly my little dear precious
One
Don’t look back
Don’t wait for me
The tears I shred is
Cause I love and miss your
Gentle smile
So
Let your heart shine with the
Sun
For I know we’ll meet on that
Other shore