nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Your heart is purer than rose gardens.
Purify your heart from the rose gardens. When a sudden sadness strikes you, do not panic, it may be that your Lord wants you to prostrate and complain your concerns to Him. The more I mix with people, the more certain I am that morals are like sustenance, a portion of God When you are a human being (spontaneously), you may fall into problems you did not expect, because the purity within you, did not correspond to the pollution that is teeming with the minds of some people! The beauty of the soul is the only thing a blind person can see. And when you see a person who no longer cares for anyone.. then know that he is: let down by many Lots of girls want attention, but real women want respect Many things no longer have value.. I was eagerly waiting for them.. But now feelings are cold.. Perhaps a prelude to an elegant absence. We are no longer what we were, disappointments are hurting us.. You do not need the life of those who do not need you, and do not impose yourself on those who reject you. It is better to leave in pain and lofty than to remain entertained and humiliated. I wish we had the right to repeat our beautiful days.. They talk behind you, because they are already behind you A continuous relationship only needs two people, one trusts and the other appreciates We possess the art of sympathizing with others, but we are not good at admonishing ourselves. It's love, but in another language there are people If I could give them One thing in this life... I would choose to give them The ability to see their place in my heart……!!! O complainant, what is your disease? be beautiful see the Universe beautiful There is no good in loving someone who is discolored If the wind tilts money where it tends Guidance was born, the creatures are shining, and the mouth of time smiles and praises If you see Niobe lion s prominent Do not think that the lion is smiling I am the one who looked blind at my literature And you heard my words from deafness.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Poets
