Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Tumult on the shoreTumult on the shore  The singing stream in a virgin vale Patiently passing with mysteries of the past Like a mellowed female, in grief in glee without any hurry  How fair is her clear flow, sometimes very swift and then slow. On her shore lay the farries in row,  Blowing aroma over Affarwat's alpine grove And rose fairy rejoice in crystal blue murmur,  Looks so fair as like her healers' face,  Whilst the singing stream flow  through the brooks deep,  The moony beams come  through the windy scenes,  To kiss her looks, through this  daily love affair,  Is the beauty and and tumult on the shore. ©Affaq

SKYLARK   ----------- As the calm cerulean sky  look at me invitingly my mind flies out like a skylark to mingle with its vastness...! My sensibilities linger upon its breath for a while...  and its rhythmically beating heart,  and soon my wild esoteric thoughts  yearn to be one with its that pacific blue; Meanwhile... the white puffy clouds all around me shelter me from prying eyes as I fly, high and high  in search of that deepest core, and once I reach, as I finally reach that prismatic land of ecstasy and love, a deep sense of numbness engulfs me... I slowly succumb to that exoticism and a cry of sheer joy escapes my heart. Oh what freedom, such freedom.. I love you exhilarating freedom!! But this prejudiced world will forever remain oblivious to such a pearl....!! Born free are we.. but why does the world never agree..?? © Copy rights with Author  Moltreyee Raju 

OIL PAINTING  A new and beautiful poem  By Charlene Phare Oil painting  Walking through our oil painting  Among textured materials  Brushstrokes flowing perfectly So beautifully ethereal  Among textured materials  Creating greatest masterpiece  So beautifully ethereal  Inner serenity release Creating greatest masterpiece  Glorious peace as tensions fall Inner serenity release Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Glorious peace as tensions fall Brushstrokes flowing perfectly Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Walking through our oil painting  © Charlene Phare Poetry

 are you our pretty meadow gazelle? Here see, great sun is dazzling on the mead, I do see your pasture is shifted into a golf  Ground, once this lake mead was so honeyed. The fountains were booming up pure wine On every side of pasture there was sunshine. Let us ramble round the mead. together, From childhood we lived in this  splendid field. O! nimble lady, whisper to me some story My old companion you must now hurry,  This pasture is no longer safe and free, Wait and see I will tell you a horrible story. Look how it ruby glows in the stone The fairest stream run by him and murmured his moans,  Will run further with melodic tune and  Will  mingle in her journey to some unknown, See, my hand took up the flute to sing Invite all fruits, flowers to come in the ring. The perfume always  comes from the roses side, The true hearts on their ranks never divide. I have painted my image on the mead The field is fenced come and sow the seed. I s...