Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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 

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 

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

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

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

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, 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