Yoni Dvorkis Poet Sonnet

The Garden

Such is the end when time began
We live to find each others hand
Such is the place where flowers grow
The flourished meet to reap their sow

Wearing silver, gold, and white
Greet newcomers smiling bright
Believing all that gives one sight
Delivers him to promised lands

In the rear there lies a gate
And we will know what then awaits
When journeys come to certain close
And we are with the ones we chose

Yet time must serve our purpose still
Until all vacancies are filled

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Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 19, 2009 at 2:00 PM Dear Yoni, Very well done I see the same theme in YOUR POEM "The Garden" as my "Enter Heaven" I usually write "what ever YOUR Higher Power may be"Convience to fit the Haiku and there are many on the sight that do Believe LOVE YOUR ending ALWAYS... HG

Tyesha Ehigiator March 6, 2009 at 8:24 PM Yoni, This is such a Beautiful Sonnet- there is a lot of dept in this piece..Incredible imagery-One day when we reach that gate, we will know if the paths we chose were the right ones....Some will enter and others won't.. I like the("The flourished meet to reap their sow"-Powerful~ Super ending..Thank you for your kind words on my poetry, God Bless*Tyesha

Michael Jordan March 4, 2009 at 9:33 AM Yoni I really enjoyed this Beautiful Sonnet - I reckon the day we reach the gate all or illusions will be uncovered - God Bless you bro - MJ

Carrie Richards March 3, 2009 at 7:20 AM A lovely thought that soon our gardens will grow again. ~ Carrie

Christopher Higgins March 3, 2009 at 5:46 AM Wonderful write filled with great lines..well done.

Kevin Mcallion March 3, 2009 at 2:40 AM Excellent write here Yoni. Very deep and meaningful. Thanks for your comments about my poem Obselete. I agree with what you said. Don't worry, I'm not praying for life to end. In the poem I am just imagining what it would feel like to be an old man left by his family in a nursing home. I'm only 30 and hope that fate doesn't await me for a few years yet. Keep up the great poems