Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

On Jamaican Bay  The ire, like fire, in mortal hearts is bred, And like a hawk he swooped with wrath to claim; Her single slip of tongue stirred sudden dread, A tiny fault that rose to thunder’s flame. A creature small, yet loud as oceans roar, She cried, though tears like pearls adorned her face; For anger flares, then cools, as waters pour, And laughter soft may banish all disgrace. A flower famed for smiles she bloomed again, Disdaining bitterness that storms impart; She waited long till vesper graced the plain Of Jamaican bays, with calmness in her heart. She whispered forth her plea in timid air— None sorrowed then—all rejoiced to see her fair. ----- Affaq   #SonnetPoetry #LyricalPoetry 

In Eden’s spring, the first sweet life began, Fair beauty flourish, and sadness knew no name; The Lord adorned the newborn soul of man, With murmuring rivers and flowers set aflame. The vine did creep and mellowed sunlight played, While breezes sang along the singing stream, And lambs reposed beneath the myrtle shade Of perpetual peace and love’s immortal dream. But then man, forgetful of that hallow’d place, The seas now mourn, the air no longer pure, With pride and deceit defaced the Maker’s grace; Imagine, the heart’s deceit no angel may endure. Through dawn’s fresh promise  His voice is near, “Awake, and return, My eden  bloometh here.” -----Affaq  Still I am young

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When doubt’s spectres throng the waking mind, Phantoms mock the vows that hope once made, The State, by its own dark devices blind, Lies mute—its mercy with its glory fade. Ah, pity! you can't not assuage the breath Of anguish, while fierce dragons scour the plain, And ravens croak over realms beguiled by death— Cold are the hearts that feel neither joy nor pain. Turn, O my soul, where purest fountains be, To her whose breast defies the storms of strife— A spirit mild, whose love outsoars decree, Shields the seed of ever-blossoming life. They grasp and grind; yet she, with hands more fair, Gives all—and asks but love for love’s repair. -----Affaq N Affaq  #PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter