Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

My Roses Some roses are red  Once mine were black Believing I’m not built for love As I turned my back Rose are meant to be Red, yellow, pink or white My roses were black Until you showed them some light  You slowly poured back colour  Even sky blue You brightened my world By just being you My roses still hold colour Some petals hit the floor  You chose only friendship Leaving me craving more My now beautiful roses Red, white and sky blue Developed those colours Purely for you  ©️All rights reserved 26/11/2021. K Owen.

Future oh Future  Earlier, I twittered into my prospect, as far as the human eye could see,     And I brawled with the truth.              For nothing seems apparent. The opacity of my destiny got me jerking,  Who knows what lies ahead? How do I fight my adversity with no clue? I have got my eyes fix on the sky. I watch as the clouds precipitate, No Bird must escape my sight. Still, I can't cast my lots. I surely have no courage left But I do hope for victory. As you withheld all the hints, That bares the sacred text of my fate. ©Halimat Abdulazeez  🇳🇬 © (the sonnets of nightingale is owned by AFFAQ NAIBE  ©the poems posted here re owned by different writers, some of them might have copy rights)  🌹💖🌹💖🌹💖🌹💖🌹♥️

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Thank You for this Beautiful Note Dear Affaq <3 Since I am not supposed to be using My hand I will send You one of My Small Poems.  Many of My Poems are Narrative Metaphorical Lyrical Poems which some are a full 2 pages.  So a little Gift for You <3   Nightingale I cannot tell you of what a Nightingale must surely sing about It’s Musings Mystical and full of Dim Magical Flight But it must be a feathery soft tune, one that reaches from it’s Beautiful Soft Breast and takes the hand from Heaven, and makes this earnestly searching One, feel Blessed For She is like no other, sings such a Glorious Nocturnal Lyric I imagine fragrant Jasmine and Sparkling Stars, and the night soft onyx canvas shimmering with Eloquent Waltzing and Lullaby Sighs Oh that I could meld with Her just once! With this Elegant Majestic Winged One The Ancients and Wise Serenading the World, aloft in Ancestral Song every Night! Author: Carmen Wright Poet Laureate  Copyright@December 23, 2003...

AUTUMNAL WINGS Dry vintage red pressed to her lips, as another ephemeral summer night dissipates  over a horizon.  Autumnal dusk spreads her wings across an auburn meadow..  A sapphire moon floats up over cranberry fields inside a sky, emblazoned by twinkling lanterns. Tepid breeze plays with tiny goosebumps on slender arms & she shivers; tightens her  wool scarf. Crinkle of dead leaves underfoot, wilting as  fleeting summer dreams..  Wind gusts through chapters in an ancient novel; sepia pages, slightly worn from impatient fingers. The pungent smell of pine & cinnamon lingers in the blustery evening air. Drifting snapshots of an antique rocking chair, melodious creaking..  butterscotch kisses,  scent of cedar-wood & sweet rain.. holding a calloused warm hand, placing it on a cool cheek, smiling eyes. Floating backwards, gazing through a frosty window-pane.. A timid young girl playing with buttons, unlaced boots with mud on the soles.....

The English Girl She fell in love  At first sight With all her might That blonde naive english girl.. That slender lad That strode the nights That opened the days That robust greek firey boy.. Like the trees intertwined Like the Sun and Moon In every day they went along Cheering Cupid's name.. With wine and beer They dazzled their hours And every word made A third extra tongue The language of love To be the same... A new world With mountains and hills With a blue castle And a white church To communicate they did..  A blue lake With myriads of fish Pure and divine And the mystic dolphin That goes to and fro From Greece and Britain They did find... Oh, english girl Everything's a dream... With fountains and springs And autumn days A touch of winter In Aphrodite's arms.. English girl You've fallen in a trap Covered with blossoms And the kisses of Juda.. English girl I am so sorry for you You have to return  To your real difficult world.. And deeply l know You escaped from ...

. . 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...