The Garden of Emerald

-




THE GARDEN OF EMERALD

In the summer of sunlit green

The brown woods, drenched with light.

Afar, little bugs hovers upon youthful grace

And those innocent eyes shines with mischief.

 As the playful legs traverse, far to the shining green,

 The juvenile trees baths in profuse delight

 As the wind makes his way, far afield

 Serenity twirls, making the spry leaves descent.

  Long gloom knocks the doorstep

 Withering ages welcomes the yellow heaven

Upon lie all the spirits, once fresh

The Garden of Emerald, so named, feast our eyes on bliss.

Comments

  1. Literature QueenJune 5, 2020 at 10:13 PM

    I love your new blog. The background of your blog is so much better than mine. I love your username, Miss Eloquent. I relished rereading your poem, Fragrance and I love you described the aroma of nature as alluring.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Miss EloquentJune 6, 2020 at 9:22 AM

      Thanks for visiting my blog. I was waiting for your comment. Love you loads!

      Delete
    2. Literature QueenJune 6, 2020 at 8:11 PM

      I love you too. I love reading your comments on my blog as well.

      Delete
  2. UnknownJune 5, 2020 at 11:07 PM

    It was such an amazing poem! Loved reading it.

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownJune 8, 2020 at 10:26 PM

    What a mesmerising writing! filled my heart

    ReplyDelete
  4. Miss EloquentJune 8, 2020 at 10:51 PM

    Thanks for visiting my blog and supporting me!!

    ReplyDelete
  5. UnknownJune 25, 2020 at 6:35 PM

    Hello! This was an astounding poem, I loved reading it

    ReplyDelete
  6. AnnaSeptember 14, 2020 at 8:25 PM

    This was a great poetry, I loved reading abt nature!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Dyuthi Alva✨️November 9, 2021 at 2:50 PM

    It was wowtastic!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna

-
Image
It's been a long time coming, but- It's you guys and me, that's my whole blog, They whisper in the comment section,  "She's a lazy, lazy girl" "She's a lazy, lazy girl"  Whoosh, "Welcome to The Blog!" While Taylor was busy in her Era's Tour, I was also busy with my Boards Tour. The difference? Well, she had fans screaming her name and sold-out stadiums, meanwhile I had invigilators glaring at me for daring to turn my head around, and a sold-out stock of erasers, desperately trying to erase my mistakes See, I have a solid alibi. I wasn't just being lazy. I was literally stu-dying.   The last two years gave me my life's best memories. Best people. And best place to hone my humour (not that I was successful). Moments are more fleeting than a sneeze. But its impression lasts longer than the red nose. My high school was a blend of all genre. I got friends who made me laugh to death and teachers who resurrected me ...
Read more

The Strange Case of Blogger Adrika's Disappearance.

-
Of the total population of 7.9 billion, only 1834 people read me(well, the germs around, read me too) and this gives me so much happiness. When I first started blogging, I didn't have any idea how to do that, so I decided to post my poetry. But still, I felt something was missing. I couldn't find myself on those posts. (don't assume that my earlier posts were written by ghost Adrika. It was me only ^__^) And then all of a sudden, my little grey cells stirred up and I asked it, "hey brain, would you collaborate with me to spice up my posts?" Luckily she agreed, and tada I'm here trying to entertain you guys with my rotten humor (lol). You may wonder, why this girl is making us bore by talking about this. My friends, please don't think that cuz I don't have an answer for it myself. Maybe that is what happens when you forget that your bookmark section has something called "Blogger". You forget how to blog. You start rambling. You start using emo...
Read more

Strange story snippets+ My reactions

-
Image
Yesterday, I stumbled across a huge pile of notebooks. (Seriously, that hoard of notebooks was capturing my space for keeping a few newly arrived books).  I couldn't make head or tail of most of the writings. But at the time those were written, my heart pumped with pride. When, the girl got back her sixth sense pride collapsed like a pricked balloon. After a lot of "I-want-to-keep-them", I picked each of those and stacked them in my storage room. (My mind fluctuates a lot!) Later that afternoon, when an image of those beautiful notebooks flooded my thoughts I decided to have a sneak peek inside them. After all, they once accompanied my gloomy hours. So, my dear viewers, INHALE. EXHALE AND BEHOLD.
Read more