Arabian sonnet Poems
Arabian Sonnet (We never found a way)
by Poetry Forms
We never found a way under his sway.
The elephant trampled us in the fray.
At Lion's carnal feast we did fall a prey.
The sun blinds us, but we still feel no ray.
For his sake, burning, we flared in his lie.
And his forceful flood left us high and dry.
His shady plot though stared us in our aye.
His sky made us vie to die, not to fly.
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Arabian Sonnet (The Carrion Cry)
by Poetry Forms
The Carrion Cry
Tonight, the Queen of phantoms calls my name
As in a witch's fire there burns her flame,
I look to the skies and answer her claim,
With Pagan heart that none shall dare to tame.
Her honour is mine born on ravens wings,
The mantle of honour a warrior brings,
She is the promise a Celtic dream sings,
In life and death and all eternal things.
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Arabian Sonnet (Her spirit)
by Poetry Forms
Her spirit is as free as heaven's air,
the gorgeous girl whose love I long to share
while tripping through the light of passion's air
where I shall find the way to say I care.
If darkened eyes reveal a simple verse
can love be shown within a poet's verse?
Perhaps my pen should practice more, rehearse,
before the pond'rous thoughts my dreams immerse.
......
Arabian Sonnet (We never found a way)
by Poetry Forms
We never found a way under his sway.
The elephant trampled us in the fray.
At Lion's carnal feast we did fall a prey.
The sun blinds us, but we still feel no ray.
For his sake, burning, we flared in his lie.
And his forceful flood left us high and dry.
His shady plot though stared us in our aye.
His sky made us vie to die, not to fly.
......
Arabian Sonnet (Her spirit)
by Poetry Forms
Her spirit is as free as heaven's air,
the gorgeous girl whose love I long to share
while tripping through the light of passion's air
where I shall find the way to say I care.
If darkened eyes reveal a simple verse
can love be shown within a poet's verse?
Perhaps my pen should practice more, rehearse,
before the pond'rous thoughts my dreams immerse.
......
Arabian Sonnet (The Carrion Cry)
by Poetry Forms
The Carrion Cry
Tonight, the Queen of phantoms calls my name
As in a witch's fire there burns her flame,
I look to the skies and answer her claim,
With Pagan heart that none shall dare to tame.
Her honour is mine born on ravens wings,
The mantle of honour a warrior brings,
She is the promise a Celtic dream sings,
In life and death and all eternal things.
......
