Poem Daffodils por 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 mostrar to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sofá I lie
In vacant o in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my corazón with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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 mostrar to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sofá I lie
In vacant o in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my corazón 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 cena 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...
Andjelija allocate the plates for cena 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...
It was like the wind beneath my wings
It was the light that shines bright through the dark
I was waiting for my knight
To come save me from this awful life
And now that he came
It all just faded away
After every lie he surrounded me with
Which made it difficulty for me to trust
He treated me like I have no feelings
It made this little scare grow bigger in my chest
So now in hurting, but he doesn't even know
I'm hopeless, useless and pointless
These are the things I turned into
After he left me hanging with this hole in my heart
So here I am now
Standing with a broken heart
Trying to live my life again
But no matter how many times I've tried
It just make me hate amor even more
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for tu are pure,but I don't know if tu feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my corazón broken again por a person I trust
The other part wants tu más than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The pregunta I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how tu feel,cause tu are driving me crazy
When I see tu pass
The blood that flows trough my body
I'll tell tu wats my hobby
a text full with red letters
I wish I could say somthing betters
The red shoe on my feet
Tells me that my amor for tu runs very deep
The color on my nails
Tells me that our amor will never fails
This is what I'm gonna say
And this is what I'm gonna pray:
That are amor remainstrue.
And that I never lose you.
Memories are not to be fergotten
But somtimes they get lost
Then tu need to find them
Memories are for tu to find
And for my to know
I may sound nosy,but....
Memories can be funny
If tu have one to sear
Send me a message
I'm wating........
Hope tu like it!!!
Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever tu are, your with your dad and tu can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I amor you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that tu did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made tu happy.
I amor you, I miss tu especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if tu haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with tu when tu needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that tu did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made tu happy.
I amor you, I miss tu especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if tu haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with tu when tu needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from amor so abide.
tu 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.
dulces coating lies to sello the truth.
o 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. comentario ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from amor so abide.
tu 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.
dulces coating lies to sello the truth.
o 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. comentario ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
But I’m afraid to love.
My corazón is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll amor me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my corazón held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make tu see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my corazón belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
" 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
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
Sad amor Poems
Sad amor poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken corazón better than sad amor poems. The poet’s poetic way escritura may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if tu are poet o at least feeling like one, why don’t tu pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad amor poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed tu my heart
when I handed it to tu I
told tu "be careful its
very fragile".
tu held my corazón in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew tu had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see tu on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told tu "forget it its my heart
.....
por Geoo (me)
Sad amor poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken corazón better than sad amor poems. The poet’s poetic way escritura may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if tu are poet o at least feeling like one, why don’t tu pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad amor poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed tu my heart
when I handed it to tu I
told tu "be careful its
very fragile".
tu held my corazón in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew tu had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see tu on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told tu "forget it its my heart
.....
por Geoo (me)
They spoke sugar-coated words with a serpentine tongue,
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled por their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled por their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
amor Is Like A Snake,
So Cunning And Sly.
Leaves tu Asking Questions,
Who,What,Where And Why?
My Tears Are Like The Ocean,
Flowing Like The Sea.
Anything I Dream Of,
I Know It Cannot Be.
We Can Gaze Up At The Skies,
And We'll Carefully Listen.
As The ángeles Above Laugh,
And Their Wings Shimmer And Glisten.
She Creeps Round The Bushes,
As They Play Hide And Seek.
They'll Hide When We Wake,
And They'll PLay When We Sleep.
They Hate To See Torture,
Poverty And Neglect.
But They're Here To Treasure Us,
They're Here To Protect.
ángeles Are Special,
In Each An Every Way.
They're Are Harmless Yet Beautiful,
And They Grow Everyday.
Sometimes It's Hard,
And It Cuts Like A Knife.
But Your ángel Stays With You,
Right Through Your Life.
So Cunning And Sly.
Leaves tu Asking Questions,
Who,What,Where And Why?
My Tears Are Like The Ocean,
Flowing Like The Sea.
Anything I Dream Of,
I Know It Cannot Be.
We Can Gaze Up At The Skies,
And We'll Carefully Listen.
As The ángeles Above Laugh,
And Their Wings Shimmer And Glisten.
She Creeps Round The Bushes,
As They Play Hide And Seek.
They'll Hide When We Wake,
And They'll PLay When We Sleep.
They Hate To See Torture,
Poverty And Neglect.
But They're Here To Treasure Us,
They're Here To Protect.
ángeles Are Special,
In Each An Every Way.
They're Are Harmless Yet Beautiful,
And They Grow Everyday.
Sometimes It's Hard,
And It Cuts Like A Knife.
But Your ángel Stays With You,
Right Through Your Life.
tu hear a normal name...
And the mariposas start.
That feeling in your soul,
That tu just can't outsmart.
The one tu think about every minute,
every single day.
tu feel like picking flowers....
Your corazón skips a beat.....
And when they look at you,
tu get covered in a lovely heat.
That great feeling, tu always get...
Cupid just got himself a clean hit!
tu feel yourself blush,
tu know this isn't just a crush.
tu smile, and just think
of what is to come
When tu hear that voice, tu now the truth,
Your the one for him, and he's the one for you!
por Susie Reeves Copyright 2011
And the mariposas start.
That feeling in your soul,
That tu just can't outsmart.
The one tu think about every minute,
every single day.
tu feel like picking flowers....
Your corazón skips a beat.....
And when they look at you,
tu get covered in a lovely heat.
That great feeling, tu always get...
Cupid just got himself a clean hit!
tu feel yourself blush,
tu know this isn't just a crush.
tu smile, and just think
of what is to come
When tu hear that voice, tu now the truth,
Your the one for him, and he's the one for you!
por Susie Reeves Copyright 2011
This lie's become a part of me
For months, I've played this game
actuación like it doesn't hurt
Each time I hear his name
Ignoring what's inside of me
Pretending I've moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My corazón stopped for a moment...
I couldn't catch my breath
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time...
I just can't let him go
For months, I've played this game
actuación like it doesn't hurt
Each time I hear his name
Ignoring what's inside of me
Pretending I've moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My corazón stopped for a moment...
I couldn't catch my breath
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time...
I just can't let him go
Life can be miserable, cruel and worthless,
It can be the thing tu dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what tu look adelante, hacia adelante to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what tu make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives tu the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones tu left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who tu are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
It can be the thing tu dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what tu look adelante, hacia adelante to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what tu make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives tu the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones tu left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who tu are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
