Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Ah! the tender breeze did come to cheer- Me Mutely and mystically!  And I spake to her all my- heart,  It's shivering chill,  In the painful tears And Ah! I did depart. Then she told me her- heart  It's shivering chill  Nasty things of her foes. And Ah, she did depart!  As soon after she was  Absent from-Me,  A herald, came silently  And magically- And told Me,  In a tender tune  [ Be-vigilant and wakeful ] There is a Lucifer  Hurting your innocent love. So you do- Suffer..... By the morning!  Ah! the tender breeze did  come again to cheer-Me  And spake to me her-heart  I' remind her about the hearld And she did smile!  Then I' embrace, her rose pital  And she said:  O now I' understand

Wine, is a thing of enchantment, King of castles, the-Van burnt- Along bowls of wine and his Dame- Mist came, upon kingdom, O Van, lost his fame, His muscles and bones scattered, and goals vanish exect same ! Van, was buried in vast cave with masked face Fields vanish, smiles vanish, might vanish-So lavish- Life of Van, scrap into a disgrace, Long before a righteous man, pass straight By the castles, while Van, was dancing in pink wine, With nude breasts and lusty eyes, in align  With his minsters,  Oh my God.. The Angel came down, by surprise, When von, was lost in lust, and advised, " Behold, Von, you are tough and we are tougher" "The wine is forbidden by now"  But Von was still drinking heavy with women in kitchen... And denied Lord, throu sedition  The winds did sing harass and suffering, From trees of heaven the Queen, threw thunder bolt with firing  Upon bushful dragon- the von

We all see big dreams by dawnon new year,  Amid these sweets, few we lull in our tear,  And In meadow of these dreams our time pass's  Away, then we forget, all in our life's tussle. And seldome wereceive salary of our vassals,  After some respite, mind again starts fishing,  But heart-disappear. Yes! mind is always, a festival of dreams,  That sews and dresses them on diverse themes,  Multiple perish away into it's hollows, only few reveals,  Come flower Fille! I have a fresh-cut, parcel of dreams And you break out-the seals. Amen! our vessel may compass, the sure and sincere scenes.

She tramps in beauty as the breeze- Of cherry blossoms and of pearly seas- And all that lies between these- Every ray of matured moon and azure grace- Vibrates on her laughing face- So humble she is in heart alone- And quite virtuous in her thought- A kranz of roses on her cheek- And garden bless on her brow- And clock time thou I love- In converse or in the character- She is angelic, she is unique-

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--