Sitting here in the garden all alone
I hear birds chirp
The fountain flows
The wind blows
And the flowers smell sweet
Everything is calm and peaceful
But it's too quiet
It's giving me too much time
To think about my life;
About my flaws
About my worries
About my pain
About everything negative
But I'm surrounded by beauty
Pink Roses
Violet Irises
White Queen Anns Lace
Clear, pure water
Delicately carved rocks
A bright, shinning sun
Yet all I can think about are my problems
They are consuming me
Like a tornado devours
And destroys everything
In its path;
Only dust
And devastation remain
I can see the beauty in the garden
But not in my own life
- Author: Devorah (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 1st, 2017 12:37
- Category: Sad
- Views: 51
Comments4
WELCOME DEV ~ Thanks for your first Poem. It is very elegantly written and spaced and it flows like a Mountain Stream ! Alas despite a pleasing structure ~ Your personal message is sad. Everything in the Garden is LOVELY and I love your descriptions in stanza three ! However Nature's Beauty only exacerbates your own INNER ANGST ~ everything in your personal life is NOT LOVELY ! That is so so sad ! Thinking of You ~ every Blessing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
aww thanks for reading my poem! im glad you like it!
Very good write, the beauty of your garden is shown the words written, the beauty of your life is shown in the words not written, your life is there for you to live enjoy it all both around you and within you. Welcome to MPS.
Practice meditation and clear your mind. It is good to clear your mind sometimes, and not mentally dwell on everything wrong in your life. Just enjoy being. Life isn't perfect and no one is perfect. Sometimes just be in the moment. Gardens are so beautiful. That should be a time of serenity and peace for you. 💗 💕❤ 😊
Being in nature helps me relax, well most of the time. Obviously not while writing this poem lol
Yes, natures beauty is always profound even in low moments,
How did the colors of life turn out so beautiful?
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