Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Festival of flowers  Praise to thee! who granted you; the beauty, Winds and venues leap up with liquid sweet. Salutes to your petals; ah dear Tulip baby!  My heart did swell by your love and greet,  Someone an alien, just pass by your Eden,  Wearied of many days sojourned for a while,  I see, your scenes have become more florain And worry your beauty might beguile Me, Though I' m an only access to My family. Earth be feeling more fine; by your perfumes. What a worthy festival of the colours held,  By foothills, I long to make here  a joyful bride,  Nature have bestowed you the beamy dyes,  And your nude beauty is bewitching my eyes,  Stars in skies' re spending all their lights,  And draws nigh the night with the delights,  Nothing is so fragrant, as like glory of flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour. By: AFFAQNAIBE 🌹

Rohingya Refugees 🌹🌿🌹🌿🌹 We, the Rohingya refugees, are homeless in the hot sun without shade, The Rohingya refugees are unexpected and hopeless, unable to withstand the intensity of the war, they were forced by Myanmar Government to return to Bangladesh, leaving behind wealth We, the Rohingya refugees, were expelled from our homeland.The innocent Rohingya will work together.We will have to build a brighter future. Writer by Ro Ajus Khan iera

Osamělá Chodí světem už dlouho tak osamělá, velkým vesmírem bloudí. S jinou duší, jej duše, spojit by se chtěla, o trochu náklonnosti, loudí. Hedvábnou košilku, si obléká, pod ní, ňadra se neskrývají. Zbloudilá slza po tváři stéká, po čem touží, už neutají. Košilka šitá z hedvábí, skrz ní, se vše vidí. Doufá, že tak lásku zvábí, byť se velmi stydí. Tak osamělá, světem kráčí, chce se potkat s andělem. On se ale přijít neuráčí a tak se smíří s údělem. Vítr si s hedvábnou košilkou hrál a cuchal ženě i vlasy. Zazněly zvony, ze všech katedrál, slibovaly naději, lepší časy. Vesmírem chodí osamělá, hedvábnou košilku, má na sobě. Hledá, toho svého anděla; možná, touží právě po Tobě. Kdosi, jí položil květ, na římsu okna. Ruce sepnula k modlitbě. Žádných slov, není ta žena schopna; kdo by jí kdo, měl v oblibě?  Ví už, hedvábná košilka nestačí, aby její duše, s jinou splynula. Za láskou už více nekráčí, poslední slza po líci skanula. Osamělá, se dívá z okna ven, v ruce drží darov...

As a great many of us are still doing the isolation thing while Praying for Divine Healing and Total Restoration of our Dear Global Circle, I am sending in a Virtual Bushel of Warm Smiles, Sweet Supportive Heart thoughts and petitions to Our Guardian Angels to keep Our Pathways Always watched over, delivering us from any harm, Upholding us with Unconditional Love and Healing.  As is Always, I carry so much Gratitude for Each of You in My Heart from My little Corner of Our World to wherever Yours is!  Be a Blessing Behind the Scenes, No Signatures just leaving the Faintest Trace of Angel Wings Imprinted In The Divine Annals that The Great Time Keepers Etch Indelible Notes Faithfully.  Lets Shine like Beacons Together, Creating a Light On Paths Never Explored, and Those that Darkness is Endeavoring To Shut Out Victory and Love! It only takes One Spark to Cancel  Darkness! As Always Much Love Globally, Carmen 🌹

'O My Love,Hurry..!Rescue My Heart' Don't loosen the love-knot, don't depart  O my love, hurry..!rescue my heart  That's sinking into my flooded eyes With that my all nights tossing In your restless memories.  Don't lossen the promise-knot, don't depart O my love, hurry..!rescue my heart That bleeds by pricky separation's arrow Causing my self supreesed and narow.  How fortunate days we used to have!  Under the Bunyan tree, magical With its rattling leaves, musical When I used to be prior time just for wait And you cast a sweet smile at a distance With that I was motionless  (Bunyan; you used to say)  You like the wind of love blowing Into the window of my heart Sonetimes rising, sometimes falling.  How I remember, how I praise?  Gone are the days, gone is the sweetness What if the tongue forgets the turn of phrase My eyes can still read to you that ceaseless   Dimples and gaze you afford on your face.  Thou art my love, my life -- ...

Why do I often think of you; and sing your haiku ? Why do your face like a petal  of rose drops away a pinkish hue before my gaze  a dilemma arouse--  Why do I often think of you  and sing your haiku ? Why do your face dance  in clean mirror of my mind ? Like a darling cloud;  that swings in gentle sky. Keep in mind, it glows  and may glow more inside   Why do I often think of; you  and sing your haiku ? Why do my heart restart  beating only with you?  Die die die, side to side" describe it O moonlight" Why don't my day; set without you? It's right time to live;  side by side, Fly by light, fly by night,  ride or die..... O charming joy;  enter my heart, give a sign, with gentle eye With s calming voice;  leave aside all woes  Passion has risen high. that's obvious in these prudential lines  Written by tonight for you;  in the rhymes.... © AFFAQ NAIBE