Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Most are caught in confusion’s endless struggle  Whether to believe—--- or perish in this tussle. ------Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #SonnetOfDay #EnglishSonnets #Affaq's Poetry 

Lo, the summer when inmocence did soar, When first we met by Alves’ tidal stream; Stars leapt forth, and heaven’s arches wore A raiment of flame, illumined by a dream. The Luna did pour her silver on the glade, While zephyr’s thru solemn boughs sighed; Our fates twined, no earthly energy could fade, Beneath the ancient Oak where love did hide. Time’s vast wheel rolls on with tireless might, And worlds decay, still bonds of soul remain; Thru darkling storms we walk by hidden light, Thru restraint and loyalty, thru pleasure and pain. So still we move where past and future meet, In vision’s flame, memory burns ever sweet. ----Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #MysticPoetry #Lyrics #Poetry

From Heaven’s great urn—I pour a liquid grace, To quench the fevered earth’s profoundest thirst! My surge compels the swelling seas embrace, And streams are born round courses singing first. They sing their changeless hymn—I am the mirth Of fruitful bough, of every flower that blows; Showers, the breezes proclaim, before my birth, Are but men’s dreams when bitter winter snows. And in men’s prayers—when I descend to prove, A covenant arch, a sacred sign, am I: A promise of return!—a holy love, That warms all life beneath the weeping sky. A new light dawns, where splendor shines in bliss— Doubt not the tears… that God Himself would kiss: ---- Affaq   #Sonnetpoetry #Poemhunter #PealyDewsOfMornibg  #Lyrics

My soul, a compass, turns on winding ways, While tears, like ink from some sad quill, do fall. This heart, a floating ship for fleeting days, Must leap through time, or pine within its thrall. The sun's swift course, a lover's ardent pace, A moment’s kiss, a breath, a burning grace. Come, seize this instant, before its light erases The very memory of this warm embrace. Our love, a flame that mortal storm would quell, Is forged in passion's fierce and sudden heat. Kiss lips still warm; let this sweet moment swell, Before life's transient pulse admits defeat. So stay, my love; let not this swift time be A river flowing swiftly from the eternity. ----- Affaq #SonnetPoetry #EnglishPoetry 

Nature, my muse, has tutored me to tend Echoing greens, without which life is hard; To tell the bird the garden's joys, my friend, And mend his mournful song, O, humble bard. I mark the flower that holds her scent so back, For joy in the world springs from a subtle scent; Nature bids me sit upon the stream's cool track, To whisper music that the still waters lent. For you are named by God, their custodian, And make you, too, a solace for the hand That toils in fields from morn to eve, though rain Should threaten thirst and hunger in the land. This verdant peace, found in the echoing green, Eases my mental strain, a balm between. ----- Affaq

O heart, shall you abide where spires ascend, And metal chimeras on smooth pathways glide? Where luxury's soft embrace seems without end, And every whim, beneath the azure sky, is plied? Ah, where folks pursue their egocentric gain, Not the heart, but cunning thought contains sway, Where Innocence sheds melancholic rain, While hunger’s gnawing pangs consume the day. Where human discord, senseless, wakes and rends, And wanton boys their ruthless dominion keep. This city, heart, where vagrants' sorrow wends, And silent burdens, in anguish, softly seep. Then walk with care where gilded streets extend, For here, dear Heart, your solace you must tend. ------ Affaq #Poetry #Sonnets #Orogress #Poemhunter 

From conflict's agony, young spectres softly keen, Their tender plaints, across epochs' heartstrings rent, "What sins are ours?" their fading gaze unseen, By sorrow's flood, their promised joys are spent. For mammon's greed, a game of ruthless sway, Their blossoms torn by engines' fiery breath, Their starry hopes, now cloaked in dim dismay, Their birthright sold, on thorny beds of death. What reason finds, in eyes that well and weep? Those roseate lids, wherein gentle slumber flees, Once radiant as dawn, now gloams swiftly creep, For meagre crumbs they sigh, for sweet release. Haste, then, oh haste! let righteous thunder roll, Mend this wrong, ere vengeance takes its toll. ----- Affaq  #ClassicPoetry #Sonnets