Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Poet's imagination Lusting mint or cherries a blending flavour carries It's like a freshness caress sinkink on thoughts as access into oceans of inspiration a song sailor in bliss donation boosting his boat across the seas seeking the Mermaid tease although the distant ocean block him the adventurer sailor face this sin till the right rhyme to find a beautious end to combine but, it's more an utopia of poets that imagination flies high (C)Gel Poetry Garden ---- A sweet poem by Poetess  GELDA 🌹 Appearing in the  ------🌹🌹 SONNETS OF NIGHTINGALE

You are still alive  How unfortunate I was Aware that you were in bunk Pumping the last breathe  Shivering your ache body Counting the hours of death call But I was unconscious to help you I know how painfull you tolerate  You were not in the position to wander Nor you had menu of your preference  Those restrictions of quaff  The bite we had were not with you Could not provide you with amply adore Wound your many more expectations  I could feel your every pound  Lecture that let me sense more guilty  I still do have your each tiny memories  Your comedian attitudes  The dreams with you.. Walks through you... So you still subsist.....     ...@sangay #05/06/2021

Little fawn '  I would go along you....... Winter has gone, a journey that begin's with bustle  A little fawn, sits alone in inner wall of forest  Still early spring its, picturing divine miracle In little rain, seated alone, will run for it  I would go along you little fawn; where birds sing; The spring begin calling, let wait for it  Words hung on lip; rich with yearnig  Little fawn! look I hailed here; from a fancy town.  I heard, that Rabin still sings here in bush  I can see Canary on candy bough of tree. O my soul! so woundrous  searing look  All sweet birds, are your friends little fawn living good Here give me some space on lease  Send my plea to wishpering breeze. Hovering high over; a resident of greens. Saying frequently, "spread not thing of evil" Here dwell with rest My spirit  Here dwell with healing steam and alone. In the green zone; by side nearest living trees. Here live; where stille in stille live in.... #po...

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 .....