My love, speak not to me of yesterday, Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies, Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay, But of today, where starts new fantasies; If love must hold against Time’s adverse flow, Whilst outer frills all fade like leaves in Fall, Embers must blaze for eyes to see their glow, And sprouts should grow new foliage to install; Once we awake midway of severed dream, God only knows if same resumes again, For love could opt to change horses midstream, If much wiser than choosing to refrain; ……My Yesterdays are kept, though out of date, ……Where the Todays can’t find to emulate.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Love should go progressively each day, reaching newer levels of affection each time. If love is left to stagnate in a corner, in the pretext that it is faithful, undying or special, just complacent of its sweetish past, it might undergo atrophy..
@Reyvrex_Reyes though it is difficult to compare and contrast your sonnets in terms of their literary worth, since each one is so precious, yet it can be said that this would be one of the finest you have written. Wonderful!
I, too, really enjoyed reading this piece. I especially like the image of love “changing horses midstream”. I am curious, however, about the use of “naught” in Line 3. Since it means “nothing” or “nothingness”, it doesn’t seem to fit very well. And I realize it probably isn’t my function, since there editors for these submissions, but I couldn’t help but notice a subject/verb disagreement in Line 4: “where starts new fantasies” s/b “where start new fantasies”. I have only written about 6 sonnets and I am in awe of your 185.
@jimslaughter, you are right in that point, “start” should be the verb, not “starts” to agree with the plural “fantasies.” About “naught” which is to connote nothingness, though archaic, I have thought just as fine instead of saying “. . . .nor joys that did not stay” which will be the way of modern English. And thank you, I am very grateful for your learned observation. And feel free to point out other such lapses, if you may. In truth, the original script of this poem has been edited by me and my poet friends many times since its first appearance, and will still be in future times.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Love is It is not just doing what crosses your mind without thinking about it or doing things just to look good It is much more bringing a genuine smile in the face of a child or truly promising that
Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
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Love should go progressively each day, reaching newer levels of affection each time. If love is left to stagnate in a corner, in the pretext that it is faithful, undying or special, just complacent of its sweetish past, it might undergo atrophy..
i enjoyed reading it Parekoy….every line is a masterpiece. This is probably your best if not one of your best writes Pare. Questor: the Love Poet
@Reyvrex_Reyes though it is difficult to compare and contrast your sonnets in terms of their literary worth, since each one is so precious, yet it can be said that this would be one of the finest you have written. Wonderful!
To thank both of you would be self-incriminating for me, admission of vanity. haha
I, too, really enjoyed reading this piece. I especially like the image of love “changing horses midstream”. I am curious, however, about the use of “naught” in Line 3. Since it means “nothing” or “nothingness”, it doesn’t seem to fit very well. And I realize it probably isn’t my function, since there editors for these submissions, but I couldn’t help but notice a subject/verb disagreement in Line 4: “where starts new fantasies” s/b “where start new fantasies”. I have only written about 6 sonnets and I am in awe of your 185.
@jimslaughter, you are right in that point, “start” should be the verb, not “starts” to agree with the plural “fantasies.” About “naught” which is to connote nothingness, though archaic, I have thought just as fine instead of saying “. . . .nor joys that did not stay” which will be the way of modern English. And thank you, I am very grateful for your learned observation. And feel free to point out other such lapses, if you may. In truth, the original script of this poem has been edited by me and my poet friends many times since
its first appearance, and will still be in future times.