Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

You will sing along with me, once you whisper My ardent ode, that I have for the new year. Sing along with me, it may revive in you a new Feeling of those flowering days, of those early Love memories. I foresee you, may bring Me in your cheerful dreams, your face was in my Hands like the roses, that in garden expands, Without seeing me, you sound restless over There, I cherished my doleful days at here, A splendid period sack out, the sun has set In the purple sea, and the waning  moon Is wandering in the muteness of heaven, alone. Neither you nor I can bury it, or can deny it, Share my ardent ode it may shift the climate  © AFFAQ   #Poetry #Mysticalpoems #sonnet

Galah, rejoice now, the harvest time ends, Nature puts on show its pretty arch, extends. In the fields, rocks glow from black rust. The birds sing and dance, quite happy at last. They peck on the ground, finding oilseeds below, Secrets hidden there, waiting to show. Oh, how clean the azure sky looks like art, The birds flying high, playing their fairest part. And they care not for earthly things, Obeying the sky’s call where liberty sings. Their wingspans are quite wide, full of glee, Leading the morn’s journey, a joy for all to see. After the long harvest, the sea swans appear, Dancing lovingly on water and sharing cheer. They move on slowly to the rhythm of rain, By the creek, where snowcranes leap, risking refrain. Toads too join in, singing their own song, And hoping for the rainshower before too long. Amidst the scene, a hermit prays on the shore, For an oldest part of our earth is at war. Galah, see how Nature reclaims its land, That was stolen by man, so pretty yet b...

Fear the Lord of both the earth and skies, Prize the woman, crafted in tender grace; From Adam sprung, her nature tenderly lies, In love she lurks, but shame may show her face. Her unseen depths are undiluted sweet, Are crafted by her hand, O' men, take heed, Behave gently and listen with discreet  You would be the blessed ones indeed. When she chooses to celebrate the disdain, It is her will, thereby, blame not the great One, Perfumed flower, You cause the bees to reign, In spring on trees, your blossoms greet the sun. Strive to survive for a better morrow, And cross not the bounds that leads to sorrow. © Affaq

God is supreme; it's him who descends Grief in the form of plague, or  raging rain,  Or the tempest in the seas and extends  It, or the temblor, that changes the face of  Our earth, or an awful drought, when he Beholds, that injustice is at its peak, bribery Is the order of the day, and nepotism Is deep in its roots, or favouritism is their faith, When dull's are affiliated with the treasury And command, and, people of wisdom,  Are harassed or humiliated, it's  treachery That's well defined in your theological system  Lord, thou art the great and none is above you  You restricted elysian fields for those who shove you  ©Poet Affaq