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Ickabobroe Mar 14
They say the grass is greener
On the other side
We’ve all heard every iteration
Every delineation

So hear my quiet refrain
I will try and repay
Of how I was the first grass
And right by me you passed

A tear of dew runs down
Drifting into the soil
As you went over to the land of green
I hope he brings you to what you dreamed
IncholPoem Jan 15
Roast  the
non-roasting
food  grains.


First  take
maize  crop.

While  roasting   these
your   nose  will
surely  feel
the  smell  of
Arizona's
wall mart
mall's
sweetest
incense  sticks.


Second  and   lastly
take  wheat   grain
on  the  mud
***.



Surely   the  smell
would  be
same  as
you  had
in  Brazilian  Greener
forest  village.
a polkadotted
napkin
full of problems
tied to a stick
slung across
my shoulder

strutting
stubbornly
from one place
to another

never questioning
why I bother
meandering
all over

a runaway
to sunny beaches
gloomy cities
far off reaches
of far earth

with stars poured
in my eyes
and hard-earned
pennies in
my purse

hoping that
this time will
be different

it couldn't
be worse

?


©2018 Adelaide Heathfield
Ever the escapist. Seeing new places with rose-colored glasses. Believing that everything will be better "over there". But forgetting to deal with my problems before I leave.
Peter B Feb 2018
I have no idea do I exist
and
what does it actually mean.

Many things say to me:
Believe!,
but my senses
still lie to me.

Maybe I'm still here,
maybe I'm already there.
If so, where?

All I've learned
and all I see,
all I'll know until I die
is that the grass ain't greener on the other side,
because

this is the other side.
Poetic T Jul 2017
Your heart was like
an open fire...

Burning me with its
need of warmth..

Then I urinated
on it...

Just to see you
reek of
      smouldering
contentment...

I was the flame,
but you needed
more wood to stoke
in your fires..

Here's some matches,
light the doused cinders
the wood will not burn
the same....
Man is born free but he is in chains everywhere
This is what a soothsayer like Plato has to share
No doubt he comes to the world with good flair
But there are very many obstacles on way to scare
No doubt that in creation he is supreme and rare
With his candor and cadence he has guts to scare
Being short sighted he is not ready to avoid or spare
All his enemies rivals who are hidden in holes there

Being crown of creation he was sent to see conquer
His destination is clear even path may be just blur
He communicates with heart even language is slur
With very many faces he may be an actor or author
He opens a chapter, with zeal and zest plays in cenetr
He was sent down to the drain but climbs as a climber
Being on image of God he plays hell with satanic figure
He blooms in spring , withers in autumn to be greener


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Alan S Bailey Dec 2015
Each day the world grows less sane, less safe,
Each day the pollution fills this world with dry air,
Each day children are subjected to noise pollution,
Smoking, cars, madness and broken households,
Each day the world grows more careless of these things,
More unwilling to change, less interested in actual solutions,

This moment all will come to an end with an endless sky

Every moment less pollution increases her will
Every moment the moon's halo is becoming vivid
Every moment the clouds are smooth as silk
Every moment we take one step closer to saying goodbye
Every moment we are given more air to breath, greener hills
Every moment is another step closer to nature, to life*

After 2000 years, such irony, so much beauty, such amazing truth...
Mikkel Mathiesen Aug 2015
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Everyone always says that the other side is greener.
But sometimes the green is neon,
and how real is neon?
TSK May 2015
I wasted every single moment
Of a life I should've lived
Hoping to see a place
Better than the arms you held
Reaching towards my figure
As I looked to the hills
For they say the grass is greener
On the other side
Yet I must admit for me
The problem always stayed
I was worried about the grass
I had not discovered yet.
Bijan Nowain Feb 2015
Grass is Greener*

Someone with one foot in, one foot out,
These days what relationships are about.
Find something meaningful, magical and rare,
Stick with that person, don't go anywhere.
The skies the same color wherever you go,
Fall for one person, dance to and fro.
Make it count, you only get one life,
Don't fill it with heartache, difficult love, and strife.
See happiness in one person and be true,
Stay together, do the work, see it through.
A lover, a best friend, someone in to confide,
The grass is not always greener on the other side.
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