"beautifying" poems
As beautiful as the famed city of Atlantis
Gloriously flourishing in her perfection
There is a place where my soul and heart is
A perfect place without grief or deception
Where my heart is always merry
And peace blossoms like the cherry
The sun smiles at me gently caressing
My body as the birds sing melodies-
So beautiful they keep me guessing-
The beauty of future melodic memories
Like the Cedars of Lebanon
Beautifying the palaces of Ethiopia
Purity, love and perfection adorn her every season.
This place is within me; this place is Utopia
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
#*Feasting table under a shading tree
Swaddling robe that warmly cleans
Mirror beautifying while it reflects
Sword that pierces yet never rejects
Light penetrating the blackest hole
Water filling and healing the soul*#
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
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This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव स्वरूपं" published in pratilipi on (Dec. 2017) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2P4j7vE
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That face of Lord Shiva is most beautiful in which he holds Ganga in his hairs
The Moon feels blessed by beautifying the head of Shiva as a glittering crown
The Serpants also became jewellery by themselves and decorated his blue neck
Shiva holds the trident on one hand and plays the Damroo from the other one
He has seated himself on a mat of Tiger Skin and rubbed pyre ash on his body
He has left elephant and the horses and decided to travel on an old Bull Nandi
By such an amazing face form, he is always ready for the welfare of devotees
The cruel and wicked have always been afraid of his eldritch face and form.
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Shiva (See Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology
Ganga (See Line 1): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the coiled hairs (Jatas) of Lord Shiiva
Damroo(See Line 4): A sort of musical instrument ( Pellet Drum )
Nandi((See Line 6)): A bull in Indian mythology who is the vehicle of Lord Shiva
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
"stop trying to make the words
sound pretty
and just say it."
"i'm not-"
"yes
you are."
you
were correct.
i was
looking for
the most
beautiful
words
to say
such an
ugly
thing.
and now that i
reflect on that
i am
proud
of my attempts
to decorate
the words.
it takes great
skill
to do such
tasks
and you
should
not
rush
the
beautifying
of
such
unattractive
things.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Life glows from the ashes,
Red and dead.
Rest assured I will not waste
My atoms. The sea
In which they swim is not
So fickle as life.
From the land Persephone is torn
Into the heat of hell-
But fire can serve a woman well.
In Spring she shoots forth
A million delicate souls.
Piercing
Through flames, the willowherb of this
Barren body will take seed,
Will flower.
In its own way beautifying
My scorched scars,
My cauterized heart.
The fatal lick of a poison dart
Will take only me,
My anatomy.
The tools remain,
They regain their power
And Persephone will rise through me.
I have seen it before,
This end feeds desire.
Life at its finest is paved with fire.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
A buttercup was beautifying
for the afternoon dance
her cheeks were flushed with water
the garden sprinkler had thrown on.
Her petals were fully stretched to a softness
that even the butterflies slipped when they trod upon.
the sun beams bounced off on the mirrored smoothness
and a bumblebee looked on hovering above with second thoughts
envying her golden locks.
She bathed in the sunlight turning every cheek for the warm rays
batting her long anthers dipped with thick orange powder.
I watched her shake her hips to the folk wind tunes
tip toeing into my heart
slowly
her yellow liquid lined eyes delving mine
making me smile
when I have almost forgotten how.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
In your saddest times
Your gaze wanders
To the farthest point of the room
You gain confidence
From the girl beautifying
The heart of the blue wall
Who has freed all the butterflies
With a open cage in one hand
Happy-sad colors of freedom
Caressing her other lone palm
What could be alluring than
This silky smooth art-work of
Brushed silver-gold-pink-yellow
Electrifying than Karwachauth Henna
© Neeloo Neelpari
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
A: Admiring everything done by the lover
B: Beautifying all habits of the lover
C: Caring always enough for the lover
D: Demonstrating love to the lover
E: Experiencing pain of the lover
F: Flirting exclusively with the lover
G: Glorifying all qualities of the lover
H: Holding hands with the lover
I: Inching closer towards the lover
J: Joking sufficiently for the lover
K: Kindling the flame with the lover
L: Loving every bit about the lover
M: Moving together with the lover
N: Never-ending love for the lover
O: Obeying with wishes of the lover
P: Praying for success of the lover
Q: Qualifying in the eyes of the lover
R: Reinforcing trust with the lover
S: Softening preferences for the lover
T: Trusting forever in the lover
U: Understanding words of the lover
V: Valuing all the feelings of the lover
W: Willing to always help the lover
X: Xenophiling always with the lover
Y: Yearning often to be with the lover
Z: Zooming in on the positives of the lover
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
Riding in an airplane,
Is one of the most terrifying,
Yet most beautiful things,
I have ever experienced.
There is something about the
Rumble beneath my legs,
Of the engine's purr.
Something about the lurch into the air,
That moment when you're
Neither on the ground
Nor truly flying.
Beautifying and petrifying.
And when turbulence is hit,
In the tiny Beech1900D,
The continuous jump, jump, jump,
Of my stomach,
Like an unending roller coaster
Only going down hill,
Lets me dance with death,
If only for a moment,
Before our wheels screech,
Against hot, angry tar,
And I can kiss the ground,
Once more
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Dirt and Soil are two very different entities:
Dirt ruins sidewalks with villainous hieroglyphs
Tainting mounDs of snow betwIxt blackenEd dishonor,
Staining calloused hands with failed attempts at beauty.
Soil energizes budding stems of life
Beautifying chiLd-rIdden parks along suburban aVenuEs,
Painting hard work and dedication on weathered fingertips.
Everything around me is glimmering with the remnants of a luxurious Soil bath at a ritzy hotel,
While I am clutching my shaking body, sitting in a puddle of mud amidst a ***** tsunami.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
...shake off...
who's Whoville's
lifelong dispatch!
without cut n' dip
deeper...O's to Joy...
possible not...
resplendence gesticulating
wildly... momently...
whilst depth lapsing...
beautifying its Void.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
my hair is smoked with diner eggs and bacon
because I was lucky enough to eat this morning
using the change I found in my pocket.
I have plenty of change on me
some of which I used to purchase
beautifying products
to conceal my blemishes-
imperfections that seem so trivial now
I am ashamed
passing by the Cherry Street Coin Begger
eyes casted in different directions, sitting upon a thrifted walker
it seems my compassion is faltering,
maybe it is these salt stained streets or self diagnoses or
layers of grime surfacing under melted snow
but her and I are no different,
trying to avoid the same soot puddles
like land mines hidden
under sidewalks of putty
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Guns today run the way we walk the street
Creating a quandary amongst The Den
Tragedy strikes and laws ought be condemned
Twenty-six innocent dead off their feet
A pool of tears puddle from the weep.
The hands of a ****** is where it stemmed
Creating anguish amidst our friends
Hearts of the victims appear to be beat.
A dispute out of view for umpteen years
Is now at our doorsteps like entry mats
Guns wearing make-up are costing a price
Beautifying what is really a rat
Quite frankly the picture is not quite clear
Guns without make-up can justly suffice.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
There are stars here!
There are stars here, my friends!
And as I lie among the streetlight-
-cast penumbras staring at the
Pentahedral crystal hammock jungle gym
I am with them!
I am with them in wonder
In joy in amazement in ecstasy in open-
-eyed revelation of truth
As I realize I was born not
In a city of shadows
But in a city of such blinding brightness
That I could never marvel at the darkness
and the darkness is beautiful here.
Perfect halogen moonbeam outlines of imperfect
Bodies frolicking in selfprescribed madness
Spinning in the chemical centrifuge
Until lights become light and
encircles us
endlessly
Creating its own central outward
Gravity
As I become you become me
And we sail this endless sea of
Blackness
And we fall ever deeper into the great
Singularity
everconsuming everlasting
All Encompassing
Feeling Grasping Gasping
Growing
Seeing
Darkness.
Instruments of depravity
Forged great, twisted
Spinal curvatures held proud
And feared by the mighty
For our words poison their youth
Revealing our shadowy enlightenment
Clarifying with murky water
Promises of intangible tangibilities.
Beautifying chaotic tangled
Masses forming perfection in
nebulous
amorphism.
Downward, Downward
Circling ever downward
Spiraling veraciously downward
Downward the holy!
Downward the giving!
Downward unto Heaven!
Downward unto Hell!
Downward unto Creation!
Down.
Where the soul becomes concrete
And the concrete vague
synesthetic
bliss.
The Darkness is beautiful here.
6 September 20l0
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
It rolls in slow like the fog
Helpless to stop it from stealing
Stealing every emotion you're feeling
'Til you're a bump on a log
Colorful, vivid trails of motion
Consuming visual acuity
Leaching verbal perspucuity
Making reality a useless notion
Wringing beauty from stagnation
Colorizing gray cement
Brick by brick it paints lament
Into farcical animation
Taking over fantasy
Cartoon smiles and laughing fits
All the fruit without the pits
Beautifying all you see
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
I dreamt and I saw the sky,
The sky above the trees
I saw the truth among the stars
The truth about you and me
I dreamt and I saw the world,
The world for what it was
I found you there in everything
The happiness and the chaos.
I dreamt and I saw from height,
A bird eye view of all
I saw you, higher, stronger and better
Than every brazen wall.
I dreamt and I saw a flower sweet,
A simple beauty alone
I felt you there, nurturing it.
Beautifying every ugly seed sown.
I dreamt and I saw a story,
A story yet untold
It was a beautiful myth, full of colors
About us, audacious and bold.
And thus I dreamt on and on,
Floating perfunctorily
I felt you there in my heart
Dreaming along with me.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
You planted roses in my heart
& calla lilies in my mind.
Daisies in my palms
& lilacs in my eyes.
Ultimately,
You've abandoned them entirely, leaving them to die.
& I find it utterly heartbreaking that flowers are the most beautiful as they were wilting.
& I find it insanely paradoxical that I could only marvel at them, as they were ending.
-Z.H.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
My soul is in surgery.
Tattered pieces are currently being sewn together.
Needles, of diamonds.
Stitched, with Ivory.
Repainted. With shades of ichor.
None but the gods have the power to save what little of it remains.
Their hands, claw deep into my being and it pains,
Once they are through,
It will be as good as new.
My soul needs beautifying.
Lavished with Koi ponds,
To replace the craters.
Polished with Orchids,
To replace the dead roses.
I somehow trust that someday
It will regain its glory.
And that the world will see it smile again.
It no longer wants to be in ruins.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
Black. The deepest variety of it.
That was all I saw when I closed my eyes.
Now the black is lit up the whole god **** milky way, and no, I don't mean the candybar.
I might be able to see that and the rest of the world when my eyes are awake and open, but as soon as I close them, and leave my constantly batting eyelashes to rest, I discover an entire universe behind my eyelids.
And among the stars I find you. As the northstar you stand out.
I wish your moral compass pointed north aswell, but I guess the fun was always south
You are surrounded by the constallations of my past, not only making the milkyway a memory lane, but beautifying the mistakes I have made.
There are plenty.
So I guess time really does heal all wounds.
Because my heart no longer feels a big blackattention-craving all consuming hole, but instead like the freaking sun.
Radiating heat to warm up the icy winter and make it feel like summer
All thanks to you, my own Apollo dragging it across the sky in your chariot with the help of your flaming horses.
I call it my own litlle devine miracle.
Everyone gets one and you were mine.
I open my eyes and the universe is gone leaving the world behind.
I see you.
I smile.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Little Luna
sitting in the sky
won’t you come down
and play with me?
Little Luna
sitting in the sky
aren’t you lonesome
beautifying the darkness?
Little Luna
sitting in the sky
how can I reach you
and become one with your serene hue?
*I want to be more than
a glowing sphere
I want to light the world on fire
and watch it char to ash*
*I want to shed my light
on false hopes
and broken promises
disguised by Sol’s cloak*
*I want to betray Gaia
and steal Sol’s chariot
watching the trees absorb my rays
just for one day*
Little Luna
sitting in the sky
won’t you come down
and tell me you love me?
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
Open to a breath
The inhale, exhale composition
Tongues written of words only said:
By two intertwined
It chases, of eye’s rushing gaze
A praise to beautifying mirrors of time
Experiences only shared in story
Only by memory—what we do remember
A moment so precious
Ashes upon the smoke of burning passion
The eternal flame of love, internal
Yours exterior is the factor of my impression
Impressed by the taste of sweet desire
Oh so little
Litter my heart, of stained wickedness
It’s surely wrong to meet up like this
But like this, we seemed to be so free
Under the shade of the pink flower tree
Where our first kiss had been
A scene of film, pellicle thoughts
As you still play continuously in my head
How’d I forget our first kiss
Under the shade of our pink flower tree.
Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 2:30 AM UTC
I reduce myself to ashes of your essence,
beautifying those wild streams from yesterday,
trails from the epicenter of an eternal fury.
Only if the needle stopped, only if the Universe died for you to live.
Covered with the bittersweet cloak of what is bearable,
Flooded with foam from an endless rage of loneliness.
Delicate hypocrisy, fooling us intermittently
never giving up on the anodyne torment.
In a sovereign sway,
who rules our lives with mild-mannered dourness,
we sneak scaling amongst scarlet scales,
flying towards the impossible,
dreaming of a gaze from memoryless constellations,
crystal metamorphosis bursting inside you.
Lacking apparent moulding,
trusting your smile,
rushing into a leap of faith,
and laughing, absorbed by dazzling darkness,
we look at each other blindly
seizing the infinite.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC