Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

A vinyard among the flames of marvel  My heart is restless can take any shape  The place I dwell, dwelling has become harsher..... A meadow of deer's  A monastery of monks  An assembly of merchants  A wildernesses of wander lusts  I accept only a religion of love Whereever the caravan of love turns  That's the belief that's faith  That's the path I keep.....

The Absolute doesn't exist in absence of relative It's a such relationship tied; in a strong knot  And relative is not shaped  without the Absolute The relative at any case may not  exist without the mercy of the Absolute It's a mutual union between the two  O you don't need us; for we are weak and lean  But we need You, it's only thee who do feed us. We both do work on; a wheel and deal. And you are indeed the eternal and absolute. Keeping clean all the things in your domiain Which is wider and deeper most of it  Is unseen, yet No human eye has seen. The zeaith of this earth is a ray of that garden  That's enriched with live beauty infinite....... ---- from the twlightstars 

Neki cudni komedijanti Stari narod govorio odvajkada u vremena davna Evo opet nama nasih komedijanata Da kroz smijeh i suze pronose neka imena slavna U kolima trosnim i otrcana sesira slamnata. “Evo ih, stizu narode!”- cuo se posvuda gromki glas Meet STEFICA https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=838196780410469&id=100026604651559 Iza ugla se vec dobrano dize prasina Malo veselja i radosti za nas u zadnji cas Bas su komedijanti al svaka na mjestu, sve je istina. Sve sto jadan narod u muci svojoj kasti smio nije Slusali su rado iz njihovih usta malko uvijeno Opjevano sa ironijom i salom pa se slatko smije Nek pjesma se ori na daleko pjesnicki dovijeno. Nizale se strofe o casti i vlasti bezdusnih gospodara O mladosti, ljubavi,gorkoj suzi protkanoj kroz rime Smjelo i jasno kroz rijeci tople nepoznatih pjesnika stara U otrcanoj, pohabanoj robi, sto reci mogu ponosni time. Uz stihove Romea i Julije kao djeca plakali Otvorenih usta upijali cudne price o dalekoj kulturi R...

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A stranger growing into chum I was surprised to see message request  I text a replied to my guest I politely welcomed my invitee Thou respond without absentee We were strangers but act familiar  No outgrowth of pressure  Thou has a gregarious personality  His language with more of faculty  Regular message are further lovely  Rarely attacks the word bravely  The time we spend were more precious  It was never of ridiculous  Croaked off our annoying moments And create into wonderment  Mutual hobbies with the company  Construct a strong bond of cup honey Admire the respect we posses  And it is consistently in progress We pray for the blessings upon the heaven To furnish us with most mighty weapon  ...@sangay  #thepoetryvineyard  #09/06/2021 Blessings !  Recent poem by Ms. Sanjay  A writer from the kingdom of Bhutan .... 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Recent poem by  ----- Selma kopic  Denial doesn't change the truth  Relationship to me is  like welcoming at an airport - great at first  and later  waiting when he will leave. You plan, you you imagine ... You never think that everything could disappear  in the blink of an eye. Because,  when you get what you want, you have something to lose. With our wedding,  we celebrated our last moments  before the dark side. Now we hate ourselves fiercely, as only childhood friends can. No sex since the baby was born. And the kid  is going to college next year. Denial doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we must stop denying  and face the world, regardless of the dangers. Denial isn't just a river, it's the ocean. The world of pretense is a cage,  not a cocoon. This is the truth about truth: it hurts. And that's why we lie to ourselves.  And we hope.  Despite reason, despite the experience, like children, we never giv...

Pair lives at kashmiri gate  When the herder comes home; she prepares herself  To groom; after doing the small works-- Like, filling honey into bottles; the hive lies on shelf  Like grazing russie-ducks on  rainy lake-- like making amazing crafts; out of sea shells  On the sunny days; she sells these on retail--- Amid sweet singing voices at shady lane  The herder reaches home, at evening pretty late And knocks the door with three bells--- Nearly from half year; the pair lives hapily at kashmiri gate.