Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

MY LIFE  my life is clairvoyant  I predict myself, you and me  it settled on my shoulders  and appears happy  it is a carrier of feelings  life bubbles, immersed in the foam of desires  it rolls somewhere and rolls over like the sea  he has too little courage to be born  once again in a better world  it flies up and fades away maudlin  A gust of wind comes in and erases the traces  scatters photos from the album of memories  what remains of them is an unsatisfied hunger  the trace will be the name and surname  carved on the stone love  I look into distant space  I leave a trace in my memory   Author: Barbara Gramza"Sarna" 22/02/2024 Poland --–Review by poet 🌹 Affaq Naibe 

Julia Fille In freezing rain you are shivering like a flower; Your pleasing shade is worth the rising moon. In case of marriage,wealth, moral character,  Beauty, and the faith matters more  Then the color, distance, caste and age. Follow not those obscure schools of thought;  They could lead your pure-being into a trouble. Learn the facts of logic, yet you are uncrowned. Take your wit to work; death gives not the clink. Hear not the rumors; this world is like a fairground Of brutality, disharmony and unpleasantness. And other things like male and female violence. Many corruptive evils like these will get you drown. Man has breached the red lines; thus all seems To be in the ruins, he weakened all the Lord  Has blessed, a wicked angel tamed him  Consequently, he believes in illusions. ©Copy rights with  ----Affaq Naibe 

Lyra visited me Late June evening I took a notepad and pen, She threw the scarf over her shoulders. I quickly went out into the yard, She sat down at the table in the gazebo. Under the light of the magical moon Hastily got down to business. Someone is dictating to me from above My future life picture I hasten to write it down very quickly, So as not to forget half. The plot of my future life They open it playfully. But I know I will for sure Live happily in the future! *** Captivated by intoxicating aromas Under the nightingale trills My life picture I paint without watercolors. Lyra visited me. I prepared a meeting for her... And I don't want to sleep at all Late June evening.   Zoіa Mishchuk June 2017 ------------------------ Меня посетила Лира  В поздний июньский вечер  Взяла я блокнот и ручку,  Накинула шарф на плечи. *** Я быстро во двор вышла, За столик в беседке присела. Под светом Луны волшебной Поспешно взялась за дело. *** Мне кто-то диктует ...

From the ashes of             my failures,         I will rise..         With  my fervor            inflamed,            strong faith,             and enthusiasm,         I will reach my goal            with   fires   of                justified                 accomplishment Written by:  Nancy Fruelda Gonzales  

How swiftly the time pass away, we have no regrets, A fine piece from the time of our youth went away. Life was like a precious piece of necklace  Send to us, which missed away, we have no regrets.  The manhood came with some more worries; Together with enough responsibilities.  Yet, we have a quest to sail over the warmer seas, Time, let the rest be green, thus please lead us. The bosom has gone through the various ills. But duty is duty, we have to carry it with heavy muscles, And when it's a matter of faith, there is no excuse---- ©Affaq Naibe

Zoja Mishtuk Congratulations ! Thank you,  dear poet Mr. Affaq, for the invitation to the conversation. About myself, I was born and live in Ukraine, in the Dnipropetrovsk region. I am a trade accountant by profession. I am a private entrepreneur, I have a small grocery store. She started writing poems back in her school years, but it was probably destined to happen - there was a break of 40 long years. In 2015, a happy event happened in the family - the long-awaited granddaughter was born. Taking her in my arms for the first time, joyful emotions overflowed, and words were already rhyming in my thoughts. Since then, inspiration has not left me. ------ God bless 🌹