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Your boundless coffee

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I seek your love, unmatched in earth or air, And your manifesting beam within me lies; My life long parched crave that tender share, Through your largesse my fainting breath replies. One single glance can set my weary eyes, Or bend the fickle goddess of my pathetic fate; Reimagine days, from tarnished to the wise, Words fail to thank you for a mercy, great. I thirst for extremes of love, though ill begun; I do hope for more, but deem myself untrue; Receive my petition—whatsoever be done, Your boundless coffee shall both give and strew. And If mercy be your coin, Oh, then let it fall; Remain my all, my everlasting, my all in all. ----Affaq N Affaq  #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest  #MorningInspiration "Pearly Dews of M...

Lament of Separation

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When sky do weep, each tear a separate woe, How shall my heart from dearest friend be torn? The breeze’s lament, in sighs that sadly blow; How snatch my hand from warmth it hath worn? Lo, the heaven grieves, and fiery bolts do fall From winged steeds, breathing smoke and dread; How may I then from those who love me call My spirit forth, where true-born faith is bred? And the feathered chorister on broken spray Wails alone; how to leave my friend in dust? The bloom, forlorn, her perfume stolen away By fumes she made for joy, now foul, unjust. When tender infants in ruin parch and pine, How can I drink sweet sips and call them mine? ----Affaq N Affaq  #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest  #MorningInspiration "Pearly Dews of...

The Coming Storm

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And soon, the vast welkin , by clouds is rent, And fast-flung winds, a harbinger of dread, Across the firmament their fury lent, As the thunder's mighty orison is said. O Love, haste hence to where the northway flows, To stand against tempest, the most piteous fray, For all our hopes, the year-long labour shows, Shall be undone before yet the light of day. Behold, those clouds, in a funereal veil, With eyes of fire, their dire intent declare, To crush our olives, fragile, faint, and frail, And shatter dreams of castles in the air. So seize the axe, and with your swift accord, Wage war, my love, against fate's own direful hoard . --Affaq N Affaq  PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest  #...

A Memory Reclaimed

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O memory, didn't my soul command to pursue  The hour youth was crowned with jocund cheer? When on my brow there bloomed a passion new, And vow’s bright torch illumined the budding year. We chased the kites upon the windswept plain, Their gaudy wings did mock the vault on high; While piping reeds gave forth a pastoral strain, And time stood still beneath the summer sky. Lo! on the hills the sighing tempests spoke, Still we, unbowed, did seek the shepherd’s fold; And when the viol through the silence broke, Its trembling voice was richer than pure gold. Though feasts be fled, and rustic songs decay, Their echoes live and haunt my soul today. ----Affaq  PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest  #Morni...

#Echoes of a Longing

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And the traveler flew to the summer seas, From saddened fields before the sunrise leap. The songbird chased after the tearful breeze, Mournful rustling leaves displayed their grief. The war-birds rumble in the troubled air, And fawns to stable thickets swiftly went, As atrocities in the willow grove led to despair, Shallow cove doesn't see bustle but lament. Not swans dance the teal-kissed water knew, The very springs, once leaping, were now dry. Fairest things of past years long for their hue, Stunning delight did in deep sorrow die. When shall Rose and nightingale once more? Bring back the joy that they miss and adore. ---- Affaq   PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest  #MorningInspiration "Pearly Dews of Morning" #PoetryOfTheDay #SonnetsOfTheDay

#Lines About Snow

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Listen this lyrical Sonnet  Available on Facebook/ Instragram & YouTube also click here✓    Shuttered Dreams Behold, lily-white globules, bright they are, Soft pathways woven, a couch of powder deep. Larks humming in the air, sweet as a star, Penguins feast, as they from frozen waters creep. Celestial care on Earth’s rough fields did shine, Snow fell to cleanse the world as sweet as dew. A longing stirred amidst these flakes divine; Sylphs in their Ice Queen’s robe drank brew. The winter’s chill, a sacred, spectral scene, My eyes beheld the visions cold and yet fair. A zeal was born, unearthly, sharp, and keen, That shaped crystal forms the frosty air. Until the owl intoned a prophet’s word, And witches’ joy dissolved, their song unheard. ----Poet Affaq  PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommun...

#The Tyrant in Golden Fields

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Bang! Bang! the thunders rend the voiceless air, The famished beast leaps forth with burning eyes; The budding rose turns pale in sudden glare, And flocks take wing beneath the darkened skies. Through golden grain he storms with iron tread, The peasant’s dream lies broken in the clay; By candle’s flame lone mothers earn their bread, While tyrant builds his throne of ash and clay. He stalks the wounded fields with chilling guile, And spares the infant’s brow, yet not from grace; On holy graves he plants his flags of vile, And mocks the starry charter of our race. Bang! Bang! the trumpets sound, the heavens flame— The Seraphs rise to judge his iron name. --Affaq  #ArtistAffaq  #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench  PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest Sonnet Song Compiled by Poet Affaq...

This Sonnet is a part of my #PoetryOfAffaq. series

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Dedicated to children of Gaza The Lord, who gave to man the Eden’s ground, Bestowed the rose, the vine, the river’s song; The Nile in majesty through plains did bound, Its breezy shores to Moses did belong. Even so, human folly stained that hallowed shore, A canvas once of grace, now marred by strife; The divine gifts we cherish nevermore, For greed and pride consumed the breath of life. We poured our poison in the swelling sea, And fouled the lease of paradise bestowed; By avarice enslaved, we bent the knee, And broke the covenant our Maker owed. Thus hearts, like seas, in vice are overthrown: Mercy, we stand on barren ground alone. #PoetAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning -----Poet Affaq 

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In The City Of Pears .....Enjoy this number Lyrics poet Affaq / Music by Florance In early morning I saw you fairy’s hue, A vision dancing in the golden dew; Such beauties grace the world but with a few, Though trouble came, still I stood with you. Ah—-- love, it changes, shifting like the moon, It blooms as weeds, then withers all too fast; But if fate grants a gentle April soon, Our youth’s glowing fire may glow at last. In City of Pearls, perchance we meet again, If Heaven takes some pity on these curls; Then shall our hearts burn stronger than our pain, And two worlds prosper, mingled in their whirls. Wandering aimless only breeds the sorrow; We know not what may come with new tomorrow. ---Poet Affaq  #InTheCityOfPearls #Sonnet #PoetAffaq #Foreversonnet #EnglishSonnet #AffaqNabi 

#SonnetPoetry

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Most are caught in confusion’s endless struggle  Whether to believe—--- or perish in this tussle. ------Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #SonnetOfDay #EnglishSonnets #Affaq's Poetry 

#Foreversonnets

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Lo, the summer when inmocence did soar, When first we met by Alves’ tidal stream; Stars leapt forth, and heaven’s arches wore A raiment of flame, illumined by a dream. The Luna did pour her silver on the glade, While zephyr’s thru solemn boughs sighed; Our fates twined, no earthly energy could fade, Beneath the ancient Oak where love did hide. Time’s vast wheel rolls on with tireless might, And worlds decay, still bonds of soul remain; Thru darkling storms we walk by hidden light, Thru restraint and loyalty, thru pleasure and pain. So still we move where past and future meet, In vision’s flame, memory burns ever sweet. ----Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #MysticPoetry #Lyrics #Poetry

Tears of heaven

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From Heaven’s great urn—I pour a liquid grace, To quench the fevered earth’s profoundest thirst! My surge compels the swelling seas embrace, And streams are born round courses singing first. They sing their changeless hymn—I am the mirth Of fruitful bough, of every flower that blows; Showers, the breezes proclaim, before my birth, Are but men’s dreams when bitter winter snows. And in men’s prayers—when I descend to prove, A covenant arch, a sacred sign, am I: A promise of return!—a holy love, That warms all life beneath the weeping sky. A new light dawns, where splendor shines in bliss— Doubt not the tears… that God Himself would kiss: ---- Affaq   #Sonnetpoetry #Poemhunter #PealyDewsOfMornibg  #Lyrics

Winding Ways

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My soul, a compass, turns on winding ways, While tears, like ink from some sad quill, do fall. This heart, a floating ship for fleeting days, Must leap through time, or pine within its thrall. The sun's swift course, a lover's ardent pace, A moment’s kiss, a breath, a burning grace. Come, seize this instant, before its light erases The very memory of this warm embrace. Our love, a flame that mortal storm would quell, Is forged in passion's fierce and sudden heat. Kiss lips still warm; let this sweet moment swell, Before life's transient pulse admits defeat. So stay, my love; let not this swift time be A river flowing swiftly from the eternity. ----- Affaq #SonnetPoetry #EnglishPoetry 

Nature My Muse

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Nature, my muse, has tutored me to tend Echoing greens, without which life is hard; To tell the bird the garden's joys, my friend, And mend his mournful song, O, humble bard. I mark the flower that holds her scent so back, For joy in the world springs from a subtle scent; Nature bids me sit upon the stream's cool track, To whisper music that the still waters lent. For you are named by God, their custodian, And make you, too, a solace for the hand That toils in fields from morn to eve, though rain Should threaten thirst and hunger in the land. This verdant peace, found in the echoing green, Eases my mental strain, a balm between. ----- Affaq

#Sonnet Poem

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O heart, shall you abide where spires ascend, And metal chimeras on smooth pathways glide? Where luxury's soft embrace seems without end, And every whim, beneath the azure sky, is plied? Ah, where folks pursue their egocentric gain, Not the heart, but cunning thought contains sway, Where Innocence sheds melancholic rain, While hunger’s gnawing pangs consume the day. Where human discord, senseless, wakes and rends, And wanton boys their ruthless dominion keep. This city, heart, where vagrants' sorrow wends, And silent burdens, in anguish, softly seep. Then walk with care where gilded streets extend, For here, dear Heart, your solace you must tend. ------ Affaq #Poetry #Sonnets #Orogress #Poemhunter 

Foreversonnets

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From conflict's agony, young spectres softly keen, Their tender plaints, across epochs' heartstrings rent, "What sins are ours?" their fading gaze unseen, By sorrow's flood, their promised joys are spent. For mammon's greed, a game of ruthless sway, Their blossoms torn by engines' fiery breath, Their starry hopes, now cloaked in dim dismay, Their birthright sold, on thorny beds of death. What reason finds, in eyes that well and weep? Those roseate lids, wherein gentle slumber flees, Once radiant as dawn, now gloams swiftly creep, For meagre crumbs they sigh, for sweet release. Haste, then, oh haste! let righteous thunder roll, Mend this wrong, ere vengeance takes its toll. ----- Affaq  #ClassicPoetry #Sonnets 

When flowers smile

When flowers smile  It’s spring, The season of bloom. I get rid of My gloomy garb And salty tears. I get out, A dazzling glaze  No more Incognito. I choose the dew, The stars, the selfless sunshine And the scintillating rainbow. I become a pearl  Blessed by love’s Sacred melody  By Shah Jehan Ashrafi

ForeverSonnets

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Love's might transcends all wealth and worldly fame, Over chariots, banners held with unwavering eye, Over stately homes and castles built on claim; All are but husks if love should pass us by. No doctor's art can soothe love's piercing pain, A tender wound no words can quite convey. Beyond passing whim, love's enduring reign Commands the heart and leads it where it may. Over rivers deep, where lovers' fortunes lie, Teach the babes of love's soft, tender art, That they may grow, with love their guiding sky, Enfold what's most dear, what wealth cannot impart. If any tale of melancholy can be told, This is love's own story, wondrous and yet old. -----Affaq 

Taper's Gaze

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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Neither I make a suit, nor I offer a plea,  But ask you pause, for tumult grips my soul. Life's journey we embark, for our spree  In which radiance and shade twin narratives unroll. I've marked the tapers, fortunes on the wane, And witnessed others, opulently bright. My spirit's core, with grace I now explain, No trepidation dims our facing light,  No grievance harbor I, no suit declare, Still shared ambition, fragile, starts to decay. Does fleeting mirth then tear our souls apart? Is this the custom, sorrow's bitter sway? Ah, pace with me, though destinies obscure, Let love's tender promise, transient, yet endure. -- Poet Affaq

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My muse, your beauty shines like summer's rose, No painted mask, but truth upon your face. Your golden curls, like sunbeams or like those, A halo round your shoulders, lady of mixed race. You are a Helen, though of different creed, She was public beauty, known to every eye, Not a pagan queen, but whose heart can bleed For those who suffer, and whose spirit's high. She ruled a kingdom, sky-high and wide; No artful paints adorn your cheek so fair; You toil with honest hands, with naught to hide, In every way, you are lovelier than Helen, I declare. My love for you ignites with purer flame, Than any passion the world could claim. ----- Affaq

#Mystical Poetry

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When sky do weep, each tear a separate woe, How shall my heart from dearest friend be torn? The winds lament, in sighs that sadly blow; How snatch my hand from warmth it hath worn? Lo, the heaven grieves, and fiery bolts do fall From winged steeds, breathing smoke and dread; How may I then from those who love me call My spirit forth, where true-born faith is bred? And the feathered chorister on broken spray Wails alone; how leave my friend in dust? The bloom, forlorn, her perfume stolen away By fumes she made for joy, now foul, unjust. When tender infants in ruin parch and pine, How can I drink sweet sips and call them mine? ------ Affaq  ðŸŒ¹

#Truth Enchained

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What words can serve, when clear to your eye, That this poor world in sin's dim pall abides? No soul attends the plaintive, whispered cry, But gazes where consuming suffering presides. The system's fetters, by brute force upheld, Goodness finds scarcely a sanctuary's grace; The humble heart, to nobler fate compelled, Is scorned, condemned to silence's icy embrace. They quench pure visions, with their fires arcane, And shatter hope, to expedite their gain. Why further speak? My friend, you know this bitter bane: The truth-tellers, enchained, bereft of light's domain. Their sole transgression: they embrace what's just, While freedom's guerdon masks its obscured trace -----Affaq

#MysticPoetry

What worth is your palace with tall stone wall Rainbow beams bath in your swimming pool,  Four guards watch the palace that never fall  And the slave girls dance and sing to keep  Your life enchanting, and the wild birds  Are raised there to make your heart joyous  And cars take you to long-trips every weekend  And doctors reach at home to see your pulse  Speed, and slave maids wash your legs with  Warm water of herbs, and hard to find things  Are always at your feet, and french  Hairdressers do make your pretty dress, and  Persian carpets are laid where you lay asleep  But You confirm to me, despite these you  That you Have no peace at heart and joy in eyes  What value holds your palace, stone-clad, high, Where, spectrum dances within your crystal pool? While, sentinels ensure no fall draws nigh, And young girls sway, your daily life to rule; Cherished birds fill your chambers with their song, And swift cars whisk yo...