Pinings

Pinings/………By Sami Khalil

A sad one…Love and loss…

 

And over the semblance of yolks my yearnings kept

Bindings of secrets when my ferried sighs drew near

I named thee Sweet Valentine in loquacious silence

And in the boundless deep I sang of yonder souvenir.

 

Fainteth not my soul! I must be weary and love-veiled

Thou art my fairy till time henceforth beguiles no more

And scenes laid where sleeping witnesses scorneth death

It shall be fitting in nature’s pride, twain destiny in store.

 

Exprest this sadness with liberty and nib of a poet’s pen

And eyes bedewed by tearful mourn and pinings repaid

Hail not death! Hail life;though all must justly obeyeth

Fondly I wail heavenward with phrensied woe dismayed.

Reviews

[Irenic]

what an expressive is it!!!!
The way you expressed the sadness of love is doing justice with reality
your every line clearly make the picture of how it feels when bubbles of emotions burst.

twain destiny in store.

this line is amazing.

thanks for sharing :)

[Sami Khalil]

A marvelous review from a marvelous poet and friend. Thank you so much.

[Irenic]

You are welcome:)

[Sami Khalil]

::::::))))))))))))))

[Priscilla Sayers]

I love the style, the pure poetic speech of old. The depth of emotion expressed. Great write.

[Suhd]

Elegant. Exquisite. Explicit. Exact. Exemplary. Excellent.

[Poetic Beauty]

Love-veiled say so much in this piece.

[Daydreamer]

**I must be weary and love-veiled**

I like this! And know those self-talks.
May your heart be reconcilled with a fuller love!❤💭✒👏

[Tom]

" Parting is such sweet sorrow definition. A line from the play Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare; Juliet is saying good night to Romeo. Their sorrowful parting is also “sweet” because it makes them think about the next time they will see each other."

Yes indeed, the great man himself would pay homage to this poignant and pensively penned, poetic prose...Immense my good friend!!

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

man all your poems are bombs

[Butch Decatoria]

Beautiful Victorian flavoring of your poem, feeling thoughts and tapestry of ministrations of your heart... Lovely.

[Dara]

I have come to realize that with love there is always loss. Someone eventually must leave whether it be through end of life or end of feelings. Yet most of us seek it and find it hard to live without. This poem is beautiful and written in Shakespearean style, so exquisite.