Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Neelum (beautiful sapphire, eyes always cherish  Neelum is a resting place. of this blue shimmer. Where joy lulls into eyes the joy,   and worries vanish. Like dim, dusky clouds from the crystal mirror. While the happy day sinks into sweet night,   My purple past prime comes into caring eye Like the leaves on a willow tree in twilight  O! you love!  though not yours but you yourself,  Hither live, the beauty that you bear on lease,   Notice no prejudice or apartheid,   my love;   When you bear a baby! You know: half piece, She may receive its nude beauty in heirs'y  You be mine love, she will use its sapphire treasury. ----Affaq -#ArtistAffaqOnYouTube -#ArtistAffaqOnInstagram -#PoetAffaqOnFacebook -#PoetAffaqOnPinterest -#ArtistAffaqOnLinkedIn -#PoetAffaqPoemHunter #ForeverSonnets #LyricalSonnets #DewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers  #PoetryCommunity #ArtLover  #CreativeArt  #ArtCommunity #Blog...

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Enchanting soul, your visage unveils so slow, Like timid luna that falters from veiling cloud; As youth in me awakes, you now bestow A modest mercy, half-hidden, not too proud. I wake at midnight—O angel dear, let me rest; Through hasty hours I scan my drained day. What heavy horror upon your mind is pressed, To seal your lips and whisk your words away? I stand ensnared by musings the world has sown, While you speak sweet of spring’s arriving roam; Your heart lives light, on trembling dewlight grown, Still rain brings no such fullness to my home. You chide love’s name, and fright its rising flame, But from that fright, I craft love’s hallowed name. -----Affaq #PoetryOfAffaq #AffaqThePoet #SonnetsOfAffaq #PoeticVibesAffaq #AffaqPoeticJourney #LovePoemsAffaq #PoetryCommunity  #ForeverSonnets 

And you ask me when I shall return to you!  How can the wave decide the sea’s own hour? My inner self leans toward heaven’s hue, A reed bent singing in His lurking power. I’ll come when rain remembers how to fall, When ponds bloom with moving breaths of gold, And shore-birds praise the zephyr till fear turns small, When storms forget the sidewalks they controlled. Be patient, Pumpkin; waiting is a better prayer; The seed knows sullen before it learns the sun. I do walk where the rapture holds me unaware— And a moth still circling till the glow is won. When Love permits, we’ll draw life’s boat as one, And dearest find we met before the world begun. Here & Watch this Lyrical sonnet on this poetry blog, Facebook, Instragram, Pinterest, YouTube  ( Please Subscribe)  #ArtistPoetAffaq  The waves

While patience bears the fruit, no force can take: ---Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq 

And you ask me when I shall return to you!  How can the wave decide the sea’s own hour? My inner is not my own; it leans toward God, A reed bent singing in His lurking power. I’ll come when rain remembers how to fall, When ponds bloom with moving breaths of gold, And shore-birds praise the zephyr till fear turns small, When storms forget the sidewalks they controlled. Be patient, sweet; waiting is a better prayer; The seed knows sullen before it learns the sun. I do walk where the rapture holds me unaware— And a moth still circling till the glow is won. When Love permits, we’ll draw life’s boat as one, And dearest find we met before the world begun. ---Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq #SonnetsOfAffaq #MysticPoetry #Rapture

And a musician sang aloud in a narrow vale, His drum’s wild voice exceeded earth’s consent. A goatherd passed and said, with tempered tale: “Lower your tune; the sky is noise-bent, spent.” The musician arched his brow in proud disdain: “Go tend your goats, rough man, disturb me not.” The words struck fire within the shepherd’s vein; His calm turned flame, his silence turned to thought. “Know this,” he said, “two prophets herded sheep, And loved their lambs in a pasture steep and wide. Why did God choose a shepherd’s path to keep, Not bookish tongues nor songs with swelling pride? God sees beyond the world the senses scan.” The drum fell mute; the singer bowed to Man, No, bowed to God, beyond the mortal plan. -----Affaq N Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets