Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Haven't got any still new to this web business I do have something for I finally posted one of my written poems no one has ever seen my written poems I have always kept them to myself this was written in 2010 (Here finally I am showing one of my old poems I wrote this probably it was around 2010 I added to it to flesh it out and also this has never been seen only by me now it is yours and copyrighted) Drink from the waters copyright@2021  In veiled and mourning  Evening takes a solitary day Whispering in voices death In the dampness follows the procession Burning in the fires faces are illuminated  As all crumbles to dust of faded memories  O silent sky cast the shadows  and drink from the waters of sorrow  reap and repose The flesh,the poison and the marrow  is exposed  Toss the clouds in the wind  the funeral for a friend  no time to grieve for they are long gone only to live in the recepticals of our minds As the hovering of Angel's o...

Greetings---- Ms. Sangay is Administar  Of famous poetry group on  Facebook ( The poetry Vineyard )  Congratulations ! 

Edhe's  Daughter A half-witted I was to sleep at spring time  In walnut tree; when wind was sweet and cool In asleep my lily hands have been tied  And was made to drink an unsweetened fruit  A half-witted I'm, some Savage; entered my bagh, And stealth my chameli when I was in asleep Mouth is sealed off; a hesitant to fight back  It's a melancholy that struck me deep, No more smile, no more time to play with moon A half-witted, I was to sleep at spring  Tide, now scary, scary I set alone  Recalling the days of chameli at evening #thepoetryvineyard #lyricofluscina #thetwlightstars #poemhunter.com 

In true love age distance or caste has no meaning---- Admire  In the rainy drops, she trembles as like a flower,  Alike, darling bud; in the rhythm of the shower,  She can't murmur, a moment without me. In true love, age, distance or caste has no meaning,  It's an old chronic; thus don't lay in doubt. A school of thought; that believe's in these silly things. She is still oblivious, as how the occult is intervening. It's not something inborn; but endowed  The melancholy is, she is not  leaning, Facts of logic or arithmetic; yet she is uncrowned Jolie fille ! take wit to work, death gives not the clink. Or tiding "I'm coming " like a sound .....

Dal lake ----------- Zabarerwan tulip garden lies, upon the shore of Dal lake-  A miracle of bluish waters, sounds more bright over tops of mount Solomon-  With one glimpse, pulse beats in rhythm of ecstasy-  And departed, emotions again shake,  Crown of Kashmir is, the Dal lake-  In the moony nights lt sounds like as a newly wedded damsel-  You are flame and I'm a candle,  warming together, Ah, my angel-  In spring of youth, she was my selection,  So lovely was, the shine on her hairline-  I forget my loneliness, it was an  affection-  While mystic breeze, hails forth, murmuring in music-  At breath of morning, Ah, then  I would tread to the lonely lake restfuly-  To give my darling dreams a new shape,  In the mystic landscape-  Though, Affaq a long ago, from her touching scene escape-  When wood hawks grid a pitfall on her shore-  By league of amity forsure, her dignity will restore- ...

Many issues of world arise from  lisgistic errors  And miscalculations, so play not with words, When you enter into garden of love  Start it with true belief; and pulse of heart. Put forward at all levels a realistic effort  The words that brust on your lip; ought be like pearls When you leave your Beloved; and seek for others That's why --all your work is in vain, "This is not said by Me" but by your Creater The Lord of all universe; who has got 99 names And who always calls you; and refrains  You from sinful ways; and not  harm others #linguistic errors #true love #beloved 

Guest of January ------------ And finally, she was with me in January, It's the season when snow veils the valley entirely She loves mushy zone; the vale was like Miss edan !  With bees, and crockroaches  she has a chid;  That's one reason why she select this season Amazing apple trees bathing in snow beguiled Her spirit; thus she pinned a dozen poems  About all wet things as like; leas, eagle  grove, Willow-oak, fobs, rills, riverside's, hilly folk, gravel road and dunn,  Her pleasure, had no end; but I told her Choose the snow shoes; there 're no rules She stayed more days; till the paltry sun begun  To heat up earth, away from odour  Thank she enjoyed; the snow blasts of January.........