Love

Poem Daffodils سے طرف کی William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the دکھائیں to me had brought:

For oft, when on my سوفی, لٹانا I lie
In vacant یا in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my دل with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

In dropped smoky evening with countless fires burning flame which is torn blue cold dark. In small settlements rang sharp, hysterical scream.
Andjelija allocate the plates for رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...

The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.

Prohibiting us from love so abide.

آپ cannot see clearly, take a closer look.

At the words in my sad, endless book.

One lie after another, It comes so easy.

Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.

The truth hurts, heals and stores.

The lies which we have made before.

Lies of love, lies of hate.

Maybe soon we will be set straight.

Candy coating lies to مہر the truth.

یا painful lies to stain our suits

The mask we are behind is ought to break,

As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.


Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. تبصرہ ? Thanks (:

-OfmiceandDes

" This poem is opposite to my mood as I am very happy in my life but I write this poem for the one who are not happy"

This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this

I still cry.
Why did آپ leave me like this?
Why did آپ have to die?
Now my life is a crisis

آپ knew آپ would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep آپ from being blue

But آپ resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell

I make myself bleed, like آپ did
I starve myself, like آپ did
I hid my feelings like آپ did
Now, Will I die like آپ did?

Maybe if آپ would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath



So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude تبصرے please...
~OfmiceandDes

This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"

Look what I see there
those roses are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those singing birds are very dear to me..

This green گھاس freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart

See what I see there
a قوس قزح after a very heavy rain
those colors can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature

I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am singing with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.

a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.