#greener
As Roosevelt said,
“Comparison is the thief of joy.”
Six simple words—
struck something deep,
A truth felt,
But never named.
We measure ourselves
against strangers and friends alike,
whispering,
“I want what they have.”
And just like that,
our joy slips through the cracks.
Comparison breeds envy,
envy turns to bitterness.
“Why them? Why not me?”
we ask,
as if fairness follows longing.
But truth is—
they’re likely looking back at you,
thinking
the *******
same
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
Freedom is power
Born in wealth, the sins
of my fingertips
silent tongue did cast me aside
your kingdom diamond crown.
Chronological genius you
for chrono disaster me Ram.
O feedom who runs free!
Mostly winds fly blowing yelling
hissing out so loud
winds destroying Mansions
strong towers and never get charged
with deadly blowing crimes.
No human has such freedom.
Wind is free to give life or death.
We all pop out giving joy and pain.
We begin in the same womb, yet live estranged from each other on this planet lucky to even share a song
or a poem, slaves to buck
that must be earned to pay for
bare necessities.
Lucky we pay not for oxigen
to breathe as of yet.
Oh that I was wind to fly and
Swirl my lover up and down the whole night through cosmophile
and blow all enemies skyhigh
and back down eighty mile an hour.
If only your freedom winds
joined mine E.T. divine for
my hurracane dancing twisters
Tycoons or soft breeze
to sway the willows of our sins
Oh wind Tandabam tam-tam
Come be not gone tantric
with passer by greener
grassy winds.
~~~
Karijinbba
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
He doesn't need
To lie on his death bed
To celebrate
The simple gifts of life.
No matter what form
Or what size,
He celebrates.
Bystanders watch,
Jealous of his joy
Not knowing his secret
Open to all.
The grass is greener
On the side of who
Celebrates more than what
The other chooses to.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
Straight lines
Some curves
Straight lines
get you there faster
Curved lines
show mistakes
show loopholes
show limbo
Every single one of
our lives
have always
will always
be curved.
We must learn to tread
with these mistakes
We must learn to find
these loopholes
We must be willing to be
in constant limbo
in constant darkness
in order to reach the greener side.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
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
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
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.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
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
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
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....
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
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
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
*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...
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
Everyone always says that the other side is greener.
But sometimes the green is neon,
and how real is neon?
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
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.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
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.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Maybe I don't have a mind,
but at least I'm not crazy.
I fallen so many times,
so I'm so experienced.
I've been cheated and left behind;
I know my friends and enemies.
I hear the echos of memories;
they see how far I've come.
So I know I've come so far.
Don't have a lot of friends,
so music's number 1.
Would **** for solitude,
but then where is the fun.
Maybe it's complicated,
but that makes an adventure.
Sometimes the darkest times,
are ones we gladly venture.
Optimist living for a life we understand. We were never idiots; we have the upper-hand. Notice their all falling down the depths of agony, but we optimist live strong, proud, and free.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC