Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

And tailor tells, in mystic tune to the kind girl  The cloth wraps our body and brings forth beauty  To carter the needs of clothing's Remember pearl !  It's magic of cotton tree; that's exempt from stamp duty  And blond Beauty replied:, we also have silk mote's  And plenty of mulberry trees  on both sides of silk roads. When I go round these, I hear groans  Of milk goats and old world chatts, by hunting birds.  With the rapid rise of air drones  In the skies, It's tougher to go alone; mainly us girls. Damn your inventions; you have nothing left safe, Neither our fields, flocks, forests  Nor our privacy. See, cyber space this unfair trade have put all Us into a stress state; and then the Tailor replied to blond Beauty " I understood all, the wool Shawl that you wore, is indeed your pride.  Now it's  pulled off by the bush hawk, From the class of cloths; and what nature Gave us free, has shook off the stars,  Th...

The Day You Went Away.  Drop of your message  Amazed me more than electric shock  My heart was death with mirage With incurable wound in heart lock I received your last call During appointment with bed and pillow  The relation went with a protocol  My eye bleed on, went through the window  I could see the pinch with a mirror image  The cramp inside let get hurt alfresco too I crawl in search of material to damage  Myself harder in a blue The word let us be in our own world  Drag my everything in vain Earned nothing but learned  I clutched my chest and appeared in pain...        ....@sangay  #02/06/2021

God brought about; a fairest garden  With all best flowers; enrich with  fragrence. Pink, yellow, blue, crimson and carmine  But he set a criterion "think and remember, then shun sins"  He made the Man to live in that garden, Despite protects by the Tempter  " Who was too in family of Angel's a member" And he descend down a perfect text and tender  Spirit prophet, who sermonized   the creation of man O diabo, split him into small  fragments.  Then led him to destinations- unknown. God, shaped above the seven strong heavens, So vast that human view denies  to move and proceed,  Oh, the mystery remain unknown. About the seas, the scene the field, It's true faith alone, that can led you (man) to unknown......

There was a man hearding the goats on pasture  He was a handsome herder and a flutter.  Singing all the day like Asian koel, in blue amber.  On day he found a lucky number in summer. Remember: his name was Adin; while laying in asleep  In crimson ceiba tree, a Maiden came and sit around  And then disrupted his sleep, by a pine leaf. Her face was like pink rose; And man like him; she had never found. Hastly, they fell in love with each other, And fairy said" Adin, I am all yours  Now let's walk to My villa of mystries,  In the mountains, that will remain yours.  Till you hold my hand and love not intrigues"   Adin was stunned, when he saw a palace,  With perisian carpets on it's floor.  Then in central hall, he saw paintings of Alice,  The symphonic suite, arts, poems and  more. And a circle of pretty slave-girls standing behind,  With hands on their breasts  so cute and kind.  Adin, heard the sweet voic...

Poet's imagination Lusting mint or cherries a blending flavour carries It's like a freshness caress sinkink on thoughts as access into oceans of inspiration a song sailor in bliss donation boosting his boat across the seas seeking the Mermaid tease although the distant ocean block him the adventurer sailor face this sin till the right rhyme to find a beautious end to combine but, it's more an utopia of poets that imagination flies high (C)Gel Poetry Garden

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I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I went to the garden of Brama  and saw  the Bhudha beneath the old oak  counting sorrows Of the world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, I went to landscape of Mathura And saw shakthi and then heard the song of Shiva And your aunty and her kins all the happy  And then lost at young sea of loveliness  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree  Where Lord called on Moses, stay I bestows You, the book, and stick, Ashanti you got me  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise  And glowed that landscape and did impose  His rule, far to East; where Son of Madina, Took the lead, by different routes,  And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I am a child yet; shall fly more  contagious....

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Power of words bewitched the prince of Dane  A man who had plenty of richs and fame  A dame !  who brought down the star to earth  And stand so firm; untill he said the "yes" And gave vow, to Dame, now "please address" Love is a delicious pain, which alters like "winds of change"  And prince of Dane; latter in public proclaim Both lived, in future years heart to heart Power of words, become source of fall To kingdoms, it's an arrow and only a best Archer  Is capable to carry his day, Power of words raised shephard  To the high palace, It's a flame that shifted  Nature of rockman too callous  With it's magic: wildernesses's turn to waterfall----

A vinyard among the flames of marvel  My heart is restless can take any shape  The place I dwell, dwelling has become harsher..... A meadow of deer's  A monastery of monks  An assembly of merchants  A wildernesses of wander lusts  I accept only a religion of love Whereever the caravan of love turns  That's the belief that's faith  That's the path I keep.....

The Absolute doesn't exist in absence of relative It's a such relationship tied; in a strong knot  And relative is not shaped  without the Absolute The relative at any case may not  exist without the mercy of the Absolute It's a mutual union between the two  O you don't need us; for we are weak and lean  But we need You, it's only thee who do feed us. We both do work on; a wheel and deal. And you are indeed the eternal and absolute. Keeping clean all the things in your domiain Which is wider and deeper most of it  Is unseen, yet No human eye has seen. The zeaith of this earth is a ray of that garden  That's enriched with live beauty infinite....... ---- from the twlightstars 

Neki cudni komedijanti Stari narod govorio odvajkada u vremena davna Evo opet nama nasih komedijanata Da kroz smijeh i suze pronose neka imena slavna U kolima trosnim i otrcana sesira slamnata. “Evo ih, stizu narode!”- cuo se posvuda gromki glas Meet STEFICA https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=838196780410469&id=100026604651559 Iza ugla se vec dobrano dize prasina Malo veselja i radosti za nas u zadnji cas Bas su komedijanti al svaka na mjestu, sve je istina. Sve sto jadan narod u muci svojoj kasti smio nije Slusali su rado iz njihovih usta malko uvijeno Opjevano sa ironijom i salom pa se slatko smije Nek pjesma se ori na daleko pjesnicki dovijeno. Nizale se strofe o casti i vlasti bezdusnih gospodara O mladosti, ljubavi,gorkoj suzi protkanoj kroz rime Smjelo i jasno kroz rijeci tople nepoznatih pjesnika stara U otrcanoj, pohabanoj robi, sto reci mogu ponosni time. Uz stihove Romea i Julije kao djeca plakali Otvorenih usta upijali cudne price o dalekoj kulturi R...

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A stranger growing into chum I was surprised to see message request  I text a replied to my guest I politely welcomed my invitee Thou respond without absentee We were strangers but act familiar  No outgrowth of pressure  Thou has a gregarious personality  His language with more of faculty  Regular message are further lovely  Rarely attacks the word bravely  The time we spend were more precious  It was never of ridiculous  Croaked off our annoying moments And create into wonderment  Mutual hobbies with the company  Construct a strong bond of cup honey Admire the respect we posses  And it is consistently in progress We pray for the blessings upon the heaven To furnish us with most mighty weapon  ...@sangay  #thepoetryvineyard  #09/06/2021 Blessings !  Recent poem by Ms. Sanjay  A writer from the kingdom of Bhutan .... 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Recent poem by  ----- Selma kopic  Denial doesn't change the truth  Relationship to me is  like welcoming at an airport - great at first  and later  waiting when he will leave. You plan, you you imagine ... You never think that everything could disappear  in the blink of an eye. Because,  when you get what you want, you have something to lose. With our wedding,  we celebrated our last moments  before the dark side. Now we hate ourselves fiercely, as only childhood friends can. No sex since the baby was born. And the kid  is going to college next year. Denial doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we must stop denying  and face the world, regardless of the dangers. Denial isn't just a river, it's the ocean. The world of pretense is a cage,  not a cocoon. This is the truth about truth: it hurts. And that's why we lie to ourselves.  And we hope.  Despite reason, despite the experience, like children, we never giv...

Pair lives at kashmiri gate  When the herder comes home; she prepares herself  To groom; after doing the small works-- Like, filling honey into bottles; the hive lies on shelf  Like grazing russie-ducks on  rainy lake-- like making amazing crafts; out of sea shells  On the sunny days; she sells these on retail--- Amid sweet singing voices at shady lane  The herder reaches home, at evening pretty late And knocks the door with three bells--- Nearly from half year; the pair lives hapily at kashmiri gate.

I planted a fine apple tree; in my backyard And wore those pink blommars In my hair  For apple is my life: so  I withstand hard,  By the way; I felt my neighbour's sad heart,  Then I grant him a young shoot, thank God.... I would wear, these pink blommers in my hair,  I planted a chesnut in my little lawn, am fond-  Of fairy things; and merry sings at rosy-dawn Aye! my neighbour; has a chid with such a song.... I do never like; that he should suffer wrong  Then I gave him a sweet chestnut shoot, That have calmed his tongue  the neighbour, Was awe,Taki Khan: who lived alley off. # #Poemhunter.com 

Poet's imagination Lusting mint or cherries a blending flavour carries It's like a freshness caress sinkink on thoughts as access into oceans of inspiration a song sailor in bliss donation boosting his boat across the seas seeking the Mermaid tease although the distant ocean block him the adventurer sailor face this sin till the right rhyme to find a beautious end to combine but, it's more an utopia of poets that imagination flies high (C)Gel Poetry Garden ---- A sweet poem by Poetess  GELDA 🌹 Appearing in the  ------🌹🌹 SONNETS OF NIGHTINGALE

You are still alive  How unfortunate I was Aware that you were in bunk Pumping the last breathe  Shivering your ache body Counting the hours of death call But I was unconscious to help you I know how painfull you tolerate  You were not in the position to wander Nor you had menu of your preference  Those restrictions of quaff  The bite we had were not with you Could not provide you with amply adore Wound your many more expectations  I could feel your every pound  Lecture that let me sense more guilty  I still do have your each tiny memories  Your comedian attitudes  The dreams with you.. Walks through you... So you still subsist.....     ...@sangay #05/06/2021

Little fawn '  I would go along you....... Winter has gone, a journey that begin's with bustle  A little fawn, sits alone in inner wall of forest  Still early spring its, picturing divine miracle In little rain, seated alone, will run for it  I would go along you little fawn; where birds sing; The spring begin calling, let wait for it  Words hung on lip; rich with yearnig  Little fawn! look I hailed here; from a fancy town.  I heard, that Rabin still sings here in bush  I can see Canary on candy bough of tree. O my soul! so woundrous  searing look  All sweet birds, are your friends little fawn living good Here give me some space on lease  Send my plea to wishpering breeze. Hovering high over; a resident of greens. Saying frequently, "spread not thing of evil" Here dwell with rest My spirit  Here dwell with healing steam and alone. In the green zone; by side nearest living trees. Here live; where stille in stille live in.... #po...

Haven't got any still new to this web business I do have something for I finally posted one of my written poems no one has ever seen my written poems I have always kept them to myself this was written in 2010 (Here finally I am showing one of my old poems I wrote this probably it was around 2010 I added to it to flesh it out and also this has never been seen only by me now it is yours and copyrighted) Drink from the waters copyright@2021  In veiled and mourning  Evening takes a solitary day Whispering in voices death In the dampness follows the procession Burning in the fires faces are illuminated  As all crumbles to dust of faded memories  O silent sky cast the shadows  and drink from the waters of sorrow  reap and repose The flesh,the poison and the marrow  is exposed  Toss the clouds in the wind  the funeral for a friend  no time to grieve for they are long gone only to live in the recepticals of our minds As the hovering of Angel's o...

Greetings---- Ms. Sangay is Administar  Of famous poetry group on  Facebook ( The poetry Vineyard )  Congratulations ! 

Edhe's  Daughter A half-witted I was to sleep at spring time  In walnut tree; when wind was sweet and cool In asleep my lily hands have been tied  And was made to drink an unsweetened fruit  A half-witted I'm, some Savage; entered my bagh, And stealth my chameli when I was in asleep Mouth is sealed off; a hesitant to fight back  It's a melancholy that struck me deep, No more smile, no more time to play with moon A half-witted, I was to sleep at spring  Tide, now scary, scary I set alone  Recalling the days of chameli at evening #thepoetryvineyard #lyricofluscina #thetwlightstars #poemhunter.com 

In true love age distance or caste has no meaning---- Admire  In the rainy drops, she trembles as like a flower,  Alike, darling bud; in the rhythm of the shower,  She can't murmur, a moment without me. In true love, age, distance or caste has no meaning,  It's an old chronic; thus don't lay in doubt. A school of thought; that believe's in these silly things. She is still oblivious, as how the occult is intervening. It's not something inborn; but endowed  The melancholy is, she is not  leaning, Facts of logic or arithmetic; yet she is uncrowned Jolie fille ! take wit to work, death gives not the clink. Or tiding "I'm coming " like a sound .....

Dal lake ----------- Zabarerwan tulip garden lies, upon the shore of Dal lake-  A miracle of bluish waters, sounds more bright over tops of mount Solomon-  With one glimpse, pulse beats in rhythm of ecstasy-  And departed, emotions again shake,  Crown of Kashmir is, the Dal lake-  In the moony nights lt sounds like as a newly wedded damsel-  You are flame and I'm a candle,  warming together, Ah, my angel-  In spring of youth, she was my selection,  So lovely was, the shine on her hairline-  I forget my loneliness, it was an  affection-  While mystic breeze, hails forth, murmuring in music-  At breath of morning, Ah, then  I would tread to the lonely lake restfuly-  To give my darling dreams a new shape,  In the mystic landscape-  Though, Affaq a long ago, from her touching scene escape-  When wood hawks grid a pitfall on her shore-  By league of amity forsure, her dignity will restore- ...

Many issues of world arise from  lisgistic errors  And miscalculations, so play not with words, When you enter into garden of love  Start it with true belief; and pulse of heart. Put forward at all levels a realistic effort  The words that brust on your lip; ought be like pearls When you leave your Beloved; and seek for others That's why --all your work is in vain, "This is not said by Me" but by your Creater The Lord of all universe; who has got 99 names And who always calls you; and refrains  You from sinful ways; and not  harm others #linguistic errors #true love #beloved