Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

The states they built, with might and striving hand, Did crumble, dust to dust, their systems failed, For wealth in capital, a golden strand, Held sway, as justice's true voice was veiled. The vote, a hope, could not their ills repair, And then atheism's path, just a barren way, No peace, no balance, banished dark despair, Nor gods, nor threefold God, mend their sway. Machines they loved, over human hearts they’d trade, And fleeting fame, their empty prize did gain. But God, alone, no mortal hand has made, Nor born of flesh, does in pure essence reign. Walk His path, where sea-bound islands gleam, The One, the True, the end of every dream. ©Affaq  #Poetry #Poem #Poets #Verse #Rhyme #FreeVerse #SpokenWord #PoetryLovers #InstaPoetry #PoetryCommunity #WordArt

My songs, like whispers, on the world did stray, Still in my breast, a lurking sorrow dwelt. You stood beside me, sweet as summer's day, But my deep anguish, you have never felt. Those vernal lays, now veiled in misty haze, Sweet melodies of days that knew no care, You didn't mark, nor cherish in your ways, Wherein, my dear soul, its mystery did declare. Through every note, my grief did silently steal, Unseen, though near, my heart's constant friend. Behind the melodies, tears did often reveal, A suffering that time does never truly end. From joyful strains to mournful dirges spun, That healing fire, now coldly overthrown. ©Affaq