In The Garden


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 Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2017 12:37
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 51



    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.

    • DeviLove

      aww thanks for reading my poem! im glad you like it!

    • Goldfinch60

      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.

    • chinaaliciarivera

      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. 💗 💕❤ 😊

      • DeviLove

        Being in nature helps me relax, well most of the time. Obviously not while writing this poem lol

      • germanamericanchurch

        Yes, natures beauty is always profound even in low moments,
        How did the colors of life turn out so beautiful?

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