Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Behold, beauty's hue, no painted face does hold, Nor rainbow garb, nor outward gaudy show, But inward scent, as flower its balm unfolds, An inner beauty, and true affection does grow. Oh love, a rosiness you too may really find, When nigh your Savior, heart’re to truth inclined, But heedless ways, and soul to duty blind, Not a barren field in which virtues fail to bind. Make a vow, and let your inner self cleave, Forsake the sharp rebukes, and jealous sting, Let tender words, not bitter sorrows weave, Nor tongue's edge, a wounded heart shall bring. Your charms, so fair, does little worth impart, Unless true beauty blossoms  in your heart. ©Affaq  #Poetry #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets  #PoetAffaq 

When nascent hours, auroral in their grace, Did bloom like petalled smiles in verdant close, And orbs, twin luminaries, held their place, Like stellar shards where humble flintstone flows. Then somnolence, an evening delight, Did cradle me, where Luna's soft beams fell, But vernal meads succumb to tenebrous blight, And melancholia did my spirit quell. Though my psyche, by despair, is oppressed, Did languish in the twilight domain, A fervent aspiration, unsuppressed, Implores, "O, yield not to this dolorous strain!" For though the journey, arduous and long, May lead to realms in which raptures belong. ©Affaq

Behold, this is not a song, but a bitter cry, A little bird's lament for days of roseate hue, Almond blooms kissed the morning sky, Playmates' songs like Dawn's music flew. The cattle ranch, glee leaped and bound, The orchard's bounty, rich with nut and berry, Liberty, now lost, could then be found, And mirthful trips did chase away all worry. Where are Eyrie's eggs, traveler's grace? Well-wisher's smile, the coquetry's art? And Camellia's scent that filled this place? Her rainbow eyes, that soothed my aching heart? Alas, luck, in a heat I lie, alone, forlorn, For past prime's sweetness, cruelly uptorn. ©Affaq

At dawn a caravan of forgotten days come by,  As spectral images, or like shadows creep. This unjaded heart pens down a new lullaby, Whilst flowers slumber, and the dark winds weep. In verse I seek former days, a soothing balm, For wounds that age and sorrow leave behind. A flowing stream, that stills each inner qualm, And mystic rhymes ease my troubled mind. Time may scoff, and tongues of malice sting, No horror I hold, nor heed their idle scorn. From heart's clear pane, I hear life's offerings, Each moment prized, though trials be new born. For moments granted, humbly I do implore, To share the sorrow my heart can bear no more. ©Affaq

Upon midnight's unrest, a Dame did rise, A phantom form, in murmurs of the night, And ran towards a blur before mine eyes, Then in a rustic Isle, a welcome sight. Shelley mercy, re-entered aiding acts divine, On tepid eves, a presence soft and low, Though immature, her wisdom did incline, And rescued me from madness's echoed woe That breathed over years, by yard quite near, She spoke of harms that junk foods impart, Her healthcare lore, learned with toil and fear, Of nutrition, AIDS, and cuisine's dark art, Rosewood's grace, and vague pain's sting, "Painkillers' misuse," she warned, "death can bring." ©Affaq  

My fate, like charted seas, these routes display, Where feathered song and golden bloom do meet, Such gifts our Lord, in freedom's bounteous way, Has granted, and these wonders still repeat. Let no foul doubt your sacred wellspring stain, But joy enfold you in this mortal sphere, Your inner, with truth, renew its radiant reign, And seek salvation, banished hateful fear. Well, falsehood thrives, and truth lies buried low, We crave to see salvation's gleaming grace, The peace you earned no knaves shall overthrow, For beauty's concord holds its shining place. Though robbed, we rise, in colours, we bloom, By rain-fed roots, strength shall pierce the gloom. ©Affaq #PoetryLovers #PoemOfTheDay #SpokenWord #PoetryInspiration #VerseAndVoice #AffaqForeverSonnets 

O’ winged herald, hence, over the hills afar, What sees you in this visage, wan and deep? A barren field, where joy's radiant fading star Leaves only shadows, where dark sorrows sleep. The dust of pain does cloak my weary way, A heavy heart, and a burden hard to bear, No soul can know depths, where sorrows weigh  Nor find repose, nor ease this dark despair. A tale unsung, a grief beyond all the art, Mine errors known, a melancholy’s plea, If none does whisper, then folly tears apart, Your songs of joy bring naught but grief to me. Depart, sweet bird, leave me to fate's decree, Beneath this tree, where solace waits for me ©Affaq