Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Behold, peace I bring, no plaint nor suit I make, But pray you rest, for hassle’s does me hold. Love's path we tread, for your coterie’s sake Light and shadow, both their legends unfold. I've seen the candles, fortunes waxing weak, And others bright, in chambers richly lit, My soul’s core, gracious humbly now I speak, Phobia not, dear soul, it was never meant to hit. Neither plaint I have, no petition to impart, But our shared dream, it fades, a brittle thing, Does merry’s brief flight then tear our souls apart? Is this the custom, sorrow's bitter sting? Oh, walk with me, though fortunes dimly gleam, Let love's hope’s beacon dispel it briefest dream. ----- Affaq #FireverSonnets  #EnglishSonnets  #SoulPoetry  #PoetAffaq 

In the happy dawn her sweet face I spied  A fairy's glamour, in golden dew enshrined.  In youthful days such visions briefly bid,  Aah, still her lovely smile lingers in my mind. Her tender hand in mine splendidly rest,  Its warmth echoed Newburg's  gracious fire.  Love, a changing moon, cannot be pressed,  Its mood does wane with time and heart's desire. O Fortune, spin your wheel and bind our youth,  To pearl-lit paths where dreams and fate align.  If heaven grants, we shall meet with fervent truth,  And hearts will gain what stars in us design. O welkin’s grace grant endless ardour’s  flight  To meet her face again in the morning light. ©Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets  #PoemHunter #EnglishSonnets  #PoetAffaq 

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