Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

The Day You Went Away.  Drop of your message  Amazed me more than electric shock  My heart was death with mirage With incurable wound in heart lock I received your last call During appointment with bed and pillow  The relation went with a protocol  My eye bleed on, went through the window  I could see the pinch with a mirror image  The cramp inside let get hurt alfresco too I crawl in search of material to damage  Myself harder in a blue The word let us be in our own world  Drag my everything in vain Earned nothing but learned  I clutched my chest and appeared in pain...        ....@sangay  #02/06/2021

God brought about; a fairest garden  With all best flowers; enrich with  fragrence. Pink, yellow, blue, crimson and carmine  But he set a criterion "think and remember, then shun sins"  He made the Man to live in that garden, Despite protects by the Tempter  " Who was too in family of Angel's a member" And he descend down a perfect text and tender  Spirit prophet, who sermonized   the creation of man O diabo, split him into small  fragments.  Then led him to destinations- unknown. God, shaped above the seven strong heavens, So vast that human view denies  to move and proceed,  Oh, the mystery remain unknown. About the seas, the scene the field, It's true faith alone, that can led you (man) to unknown......

There was a man hearding the goats on pasture  He was a handsome herder and a flutter.  Singing all the day like Asian koel, in blue amber.  On day he found a lucky number in summer. Remember: his name was Adin; while laying in asleep  In crimson ceiba tree, a Maiden came and sit around  And then disrupted his sleep, by a pine leaf. Her face was like pink rose; And man like him; she had never found. Hastly, they fell in love with each other, And fairy said" Adin, I am all yours  Now let's walk to My villa of mystries,  In the mountains, that will remain yours.  Till you hold my hand and love not intrigues"   Adin was stunned, when he saw a palace,  With perisian carpets on it's floor.  Then in central hall, he saw paintings of Alice,  The symphonic suite, arts, poems and  more. And a circle of pretty slave-girls standing behind,  With hands on their breasts  so cute and kind.  Adin, heard the sweet voic...

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

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I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I went to the garden of Brama  and saw  the Bhudha beneath the old oak  counting sorrows Of the world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, I went to landscape of Mathura And saw shakthi and then heard the song of Shiva And your aunty and her kins all the happy  And then lost at young sea of loveliness  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree  Where Lord called on Moses, stay I bestows You, the book, and stick, Ashanti you got me  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise  And glowed that landscape and did impose  His rule, far to East; where Son of Madina, Took the lead, by different routes,  And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I am a child yet; shall fly more  contagious....

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