Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

. . The Harvest Poetry by Christina The setting sun dips, blushing,  Caresses the brown earth Fresh with its harvested corn stubble The creek flashed a golden shushed smile, As the yellow-star's rays invitingly played, Before falling deeper onto the harvest horizon. Dried stalks stripped of their bounty Sway in the chill of evening breeze, The wind follows the sun away, As the corn husk sing and sway... Ah sasha...Ah sasaha... sassaaa Ancient native ghost's chant. In harvest we prepare for the quiet inbetween, The plunge into darkness, Before the moon, Before the stirring of dark spirits rise,  Warm overturned soil sighs, Fog fills the abyss of the disappearing sun, Silent wisps of swirling curls rise, Leaving the smell of musky autumn As death and decomposition approach  In our rush to harvest all All the sun, and wind, and soil, and toil  Has rendered to feed us, To keep us bound and strong, Though inbetween the setting sun and the rising harvest moon  We rub...

The Festival of Sparkling Light Suhina Biswasmajumdar When the truth comes out of the choking darkness , Darkness of mind where ignorance reigns , Miracle happens  If with our earthly yearnings awake, Only then  With his wild smile new-moon celebrates  The dazzling diwali — Happily. --------------- Suhina Biswasmajumdar🍀 Is an inspiring writer and poetess  from Kolkata W.B  Her mystic poems're appearing on different social sites including facebook https://www.facebook.com/suhina.biswasmajumdar.9 🌸🌸🍀🌸🍀🌸🌸

Turn the page.... Is a beautiful poem composed by  Poetess 🌹 J U L I A  ----;;🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹 Here it's it 🙏 Poetess*  J U L I A - P E L L E G R I N I  can be reached on Facebook also at ------------- https://www.facebook.com/julia.pellegrini.75

A flower ----------- A foreign country engulfed her suddenly and seemed forever. In love,  she imagined herself as a flower that sprouted again in the spring-- Only on a different soil. a flower that can bloom even bette Than the previous time. because more shoots--- Tighter buds and thicker stems. Of course, A previous life gave her this feeling of firmness--- A memory filling her with juices that moved confidently to the bud,  Giving strength to bloom and hold even in a storm--- The new soil nourished roots with an unfamiliar  Mixture of new sensations and pushed branches to the sun--- The rain watered in a foreign land and awakened new hopes, new dreams.  Dewdrops on its petals reflected the new land--- Gradually becoming familiar and known.  Day after day,the present became yesterday---- She realized that she is a flower  though a flower of the tumbleweed.  At the next wind the roots weakened---- And the plant was blown away. She could not resist. ...

Life's Loitering Journey My heart weeps and smiles- -  When I do see the luna on bluish sky,  She didn't alter over these years- - Of merry of melancholy,  I saw she when I was a babe!  Counting the stars at my small balcony,  And I saw she; when I was a vierge- - Collecting petals of crocus quite happily Now I see her when I'm a woman- - Right away  living for the others,  A paltry mother, when I shall die- - She will still be there steadfast shining high Then she' ll  meet her amour on day of hue and cry, ----who am I

Ah, singing stream of life: flouting in my heart,  ----Every day and every night;  And running fast and slow,  ----Throu the shales;  And by the dipping-- trees ----Wonder It's, while you glaze, the fringing reef. That shoots in joy, with your sweet sounding,  -----The life, that walks on green grass will entreat!  Dear! spending stream of clean --caste,  -----Sometimes, you're giving so deep-crack's!  To our yet new, and hoary singing streets. -----With your surprise and with the--smiles,  Yes! you do empower---the poor it's true,  -----And making life's things; the entire new!  With your reliefs, the lonely flower leaps in joy,  ----And this poet Affaq! smiles;  When flitting throu the wandering clouds  -----Our moon, herself hides...

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I went to the garden of brahma and saw The bhudha beneath an old oak counting sorrows- Of 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 reign 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....