Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

A single cloud unsure of his flight  Single maid! don't wet your elegant eye,  I know your inner feel and firing cry,  And all your glows and the graces,  The heaven knows and your remorse,  Dearie! engage in for a whilein my verse,  Therefore your belief may reap the triumph,  Every one can't get along in this universe, so diverse,  Thus! save your classic tear my single dear,  You'll live again and over again in my rhyme,  Attend closely your life's peak and prime,  Staying alone is naught a crime,  Neither the wed; is an obligation,  Keep on the celibacy till your sunshine,  Behold above! a single cloud is unsure of his flight,  Lately! he may rejoin a caravan and'll feel an excite,  O! single dear! wipe your vital tear,  If you aspaire I shall to you gladly appear. By: Affaq Naibe

МАТЬ-И-МАЧЕХА 🌼🌱🌼🌱🌼🌱  Кругом ещё много снега, на проталинах земля показалась, Глинистый бугорок озолотился цветочками. Это мать-и-мачеха проглянула на свет, заулыбалась. У мать-и-мачехи необычный "график" развития. Жизнь растения весной - прямо с цветения начинается. Жёлтые соцветия на конце короткого побега В середине апреля появляются. Со временем побег  Удлиняется, вытягивается, а корзинка поднимается. Ещё немного времени, и на её месте Уже белый пушистый шар красуется. Ветер подует -  Полетят во все стороны крохотные плодики. В начале июня у мать-и-мачехи очень необычные  Крупные листья появляются, сверху они зелёные, Гладкие, жёсткие, холодные - неласковая "мачеха". Снизу беловатые, покрытые мягким войлоком волосков И как будто тёплые - добрая "мать". Мать-и-мачеха нам самые первые весенние цветы дарит. Уже проснулась и запорхала бабочка-лимонница. На эти жёлтые цветы сядет. Галина Бокоч, г. Херсон

In the early Morning; I saw her Fairy face in the golden dew  Such beauteous in My life  I saw but only few--- While I gave My hand in her tender hand  I knew I shall be never again to Hyderabad--- Love is as like; the wanning Moon  With passage of time changing Mood---   Through My past prime I do remember, In the early morning, I saw her fairy face in golden dew-- If wheel of fortune will turn again And golden youth holding us will remain-- One day we shall meet; in city of pearls again  In the early morning I saw her Fairy face in the golden dew-- I saw her fairy face in the golden dew--

It is cry not a song!  (a bird cry)  Sadly I do summon back my past prime,  That pink blossom on almond branch,  Those melodic songs of my playmates,  When dawn's clock began up to chime, And Glee was smiling over the ranch,  The orchard filled with nuts deerberry and dates,  O! liberty- afar Me how you escape away?  Where' re our eyrie's- eggs, trips of mirth,  Travellers -soujouners and that well wisher, The heart is harrased by the May,  Those smiles and coquette of Vint on happy earth,  And sweet-smellings ofCamellia our sister,  Her angelic eyes, that delicate dame like rainbow lorikeet,  With breath's of she my cradle was sound,  Alas! her voice didn't arrive at my eyrie,  Ah! liberty rejoin back I lay in blazing heat,  Recalling- alone the past prime- so pure, and dear ah! Sweet  It is a cry of, "sadden heart" not a song

A compassion arises !  This tall Cedar green of forest; O God! so hard, This monolith of marble; that nature build,  This rocky stream, rushing down with methos Not dependent to any one, but to Nature, This pleasent bed of daisies and diffadils, Aah, fllorescent red, His majesty made  Wearing such aww, descent dress,  Are making a moan with "winds of change" of inland hills. And this evening of falcon performing in the azure horizon,  will soon land down. And then will come up a convoy  of pink candles;  As like Us; little pretty girls in  In weeding gown's, and springly curls--- Aah, wonder is this harmony; a compassion arises.... POH44/99/08

Woodpecker is an amazing bird  She dwells jn the wood, And trips in the valley Like a good girl, she wears colorful attire Dating on shores of murmuring streams  And raising funds,  She has sharp teeth that cuts the rough wood  On back of her head lies golden  thread,  She makes friends with, the singing streams  And Morning Breeze, and raises her family  In the shadows of trees.... POH44/909 #HUNTER

 Little angel  ------------ Every man has on his shoulder a little Angel  And every man knows not about this cute angel. A little angel seated on his shoulder is like a bodyguard Who deliver's the orders of dear  mighty Lord. And he measures speed of every pulse beat And all the things that his destiny meet. Little angel! records his every act  right and wrong.  And then sends to heaven his report; weak or strong  And ah, this mystery is between the  Lord and his house of peers. Every man man has on his shoulder a little angel  And every man knows not about this cute Angel ..... POH44/88/92