Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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