"prosperous" poems
Hello friends & wishing you all a very
An auspicious & prosperous DIWALI.
"You aim always for a new glow for a whole year;
Hard work glows your day for the time
Likewise Light is a glowing nature
It is a hope, faith and light shine in your life,
A Candle glows for an hour;
Matchstick glows for a few seconds;
But a wish glows forever.
Here is my wish for a glowing Diwali and glowing year till next time....
..............HAPPY DIWALI...............
On this auspicious festival of Diwali
I wish & pray that, may everyone Life filled with a Sparking color of happiness & Light of Prosperity. May this world & people of this country live with a calmness & Fortune for love.
Diwali is one of my favorite festival & it is also the festival of light where houses are decorated with candles & many more things, making it a perfect festival, it is also one of the most beautiful festivals celebrated around the world through Indian culture, it seen a metaphor instincts for self-improvement and as well representing for a new beginnings. It involves a strong belief in giving to people in need, and performing every ritual by traditionally, a time for new clothes to be worn & Indian sweets is seen as a varieties of colours and flavours are eaten during the celebrations.
So wish you a happy diwali & May this writing platform of hellopoetry continues as the same mark of living, an originality of making a talent into a magic light.
Again, like every festival I use to mention to invite from my heart to all this cheerful people so I am inviting everyone to be a part of Indian festivals and culture... everyone is most welcome to India..
India is Country to experience different Tradition, with a beauty of joy, beauty of passion, beauty of love , beauty of art & beauty of everything that you have never experienced before...
reality is the real life.. ....
Thank-you..
-Chirayu!.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Hello friends & wishing you a very auspicious & prosperous DIWALI..
..............HAPPY DIWALI...............
On this auspicious festival of Diwali i wish & pray that, may everyone Life filled with a Sparking colors of the happiness & Light of Prosperity. May this world & people of this country live with a calmness & Fortune of love.
Diwali is one of my favorite festival & it is also the festival of light were houses are decorated with candles & it is one of the most beautiful festivals in Indian culture, coincides with Hindu New Year and is seen as a metaphor for self-improvement and as representing new beginnings. It involves a strong belief in giving to people in need, and is also traditionally a time for new clothes to be worn & Indian sweets is a variety of colours and flavours are eaten during the celebrations....May this writing platform of Lettrs continues as the same of making originality of marking a talent into a magic light... so I am inviting everyone to be a part of Indian festivals and culture... everyone are most welcomed to India..India is Country of Carnival with different Tradition, different culture , with beauty of joy, beauty of passion, beauty of love , beauty of art & beauty of everything that you have never experienced before... ....Thank-you..
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Intolerant to Tolerance
(Poem by Serenus)
They tolerate your gayness
You should be so glad
That they’re not indifferent to your difference
They’re not the one’s calling you F*g
They tolerate your blackness
Racism…
They’re much bigger
In their minds
They’re colorblind
They’ve never uttered
The word N*gger
They tolerate your religion
Muslims,
Jews,
And Christians
Believe what you want to believe
They tolerate your decision
They tolerate your opinion
They tolerate your facts
They tolerate your voice
They even let you talk back
They can stomach you as a person
Isn’t that honorable?
Doesn’t it feel great…
To be so tolerable?
We all need to pull together
And strive to be prosperous
It’s time to move forward
And be intolerant to tolerance.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
**
Beauty are of several kinds and features
Some Women carries natural beauty in heart & soul,
Inner Beauty which build's our mind and soul healthy,
Outer Beauty which creates magic on several human kind,
Only Beauty is worthless ,
But Beauty with Brains rules the Universe;
Beauty depends on faith and trust;
Without faith beauty is worthless;
Without trust beauty is worthless;
Beautiful Relationship needs both faith and trust to make married life prosperous.
Beauty should not be destroyed by cunning thoughts and ideas,
Beauty should not be destroyed by Love Betrayal & Adultery;
Beauty should not be remain lonely and separately from youth,
Beauty should not be used in ********** and red,blue street's;
Beauty should not be jealously and proud of it's own beauty.
**
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
(Pompeii/Florence, 1997)
Vulcan was real, alive as you were,
you and your language, long dead now.
Your town was prosperous, with its paved streets,
bars, bath-houses, brothels,
mosaics, painted walls, graffiti.
Your domestic gods too were real to you;
they had saved you before,
and when the superhuman hammer blows shook
your houses, you repaired them,
decorated in greater splendour,
erected a temple to your protectors.
But Vulcan was not appeased - years are not long
to the lord of earth and fire.
This time he struck swiftly, sending you death
from his mountain, overwhelming you
as you ran. Your garden
gave you no protection,
hot fumes choked you,
hot ash surrounded you,
sealed in your tomb as you died.
The ones who excavated your town
marvelled at its completeness,
and in the ash that filled your garden
they found hollows.
Filling the hollows with plaster,
they found . . . not you,
but echoes of yourselves,
like statues in a museum.
We came to see you, and after that
to the Academy, standing in awe
at David's perfect marble humanity.
But we were troubled by the others,
the uncompleted ones, the Prisoners,
their twisted limbs, hidden faces,
frozen in the act of emerging
from the stone, recalling too painfully
in their unfinished creation
your own agonised poses
as you died.
*"I had seen birth and death,
but had thought they were different."*
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Through years of my prime
I walked with a heart
crazy about love.
I wanted my heart to bloom
and shelter a shadow of love.
when the heart was soaked in passion
and was wet,
I wanted to wrench it dry
on love itself.
I wanted to paint a picture,
in indelible print, across
the canvass of my heart.
I stand today
in front of the Taj Mahal.
I watch the marble smiling
as the sunlight gives it a touch.
I feel gusts of wind
gone mad
as they come across
the heights of love here.
I listen to the music, waking in
the dream-eyed visitors' quiet hearts.
I am tipsy after my
own feelings
themselves have become wine.
I forget myself, world and all.
I don't know
whether I'm thinking of Shah Jahan,
Mumtaj or myself.
I'm quite disillusioned, stupefied,
enveloped under an expanding heart.
Shah Jahan who proved
an emperor to be shorter than a lover,
who turned a grave into a temple
who gave his beloved a place of God
and converted love into a prayer.
there exists one difference between
us two.
he was all in all, and if
I'd ever grown prosperous like he was,
I'd not have waited for my beloved's death
before I erected a Taj Mahal.
(Translated from Nepali by Manu Manjil)
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
I'll light every
Firework that I can find
For you.
Every ounce of you,
Including the parts
That you like to hide.
They deserve to be seen
And heard too.
The next second
Not to mention the next year
Isn't promised.
Although not the same
As overseas,
There is still reason to celebrate
The crackle of firecrackers,
The release of red lanterns,
To light the street of your heart,
As well as the sky.
We're not as young as we
Used to be.
But that doesn't mean that we have
To act like it.
The fire that courses
Through my lungs can't wait
To get out and roar
Like a dragon,
And break the silence
In celebration.
A red envelope wrapped in fire,
And sealed with the flash
Of prosperous smiles.
Every time I see you,
It feels like New Year's.
And when you kiss me,
My soul sizzles,
Stirring up this fire
That dances through my body.
The next second
Not to mention the next year
Isn't promised.
Tomorrow may not come.
If there ever was a time
To burn down and sweep up
Pieces of our old selves,
Why wait?
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
The Syrian process is a serial problem
When the disenfranchised
Cause a landslide
Of historical hatred
The key that ignites
Business and commerce
Wildfire hearts
And boiling skin
The harsh outbreak of deadly cholera
The blockade of the forceful armada
The coalition forces
Run wild like horses
The bombs keep falling
The people cry
The engine keeps stalling
The car dies
The white phosphorus
Brought by the white prosperous
Can burn to the bone
And wounds can ignite up to three days later
But the people of Raqqa
Are used to reigniting scars
They're used to searing flesh
That melts like tar
Where this will go
No one knows how far
Machines must be sustained
Hearts will be untamed
Lives constantly rearranged
A human rights activist attempts to send a report
What he's witnessed in Raqqa
Injustices; perceived and objective
But Hellfire
Turns the Internet cafe
Into a senseless violence display
The dirt, blood, and bodies
Mixed and spread like the art
That was ignored to lead to this quagmire
Whether this calamity started
At the Melian dialogue
Or a market diagram
Or a martyr's diatribe
What we need now is an m.d. to suture the wounds
But who will save us?
When noble protectors are blown up
And the reigniting scars scorch the hands that heal
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
At times can be seen melting together
One into the other like a loving couple
At times drifting as a lonely wanderer
The clouds are there to imitate people
It can't move on a journey on its own
Without energy clouds are immovable
It'll stay motionless if not wind blown
Prodding to be productive like people
Some are peacocks parading with flair
Of damsels bosoms as white as marble
Putting air pompous what do I care
Show fame without shame like people
Arms ready for war it's getting warm
They gather warring forces for battle
They march whip up a thunderstorm
Rainclouds hungry for war like people
Clouds can be big cloud can be small
Can be rich prosperous can be poor
Like people accumulate only to lose all
To earn and loss and earn once more
They orbit the earth decorated the sky
Unaware of mortal affairs just rumble
Prone to fallacy or vanity as you and I
Can't help noticed clouds are like people
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
They say after the rainbow,
come the *** of gold,
But if you look on my end,
You'd see treasure being sold.
All our riches are scarce,
For a drug and firearm
Why is there much danger
If we have not caused harm?
Yesterday, my son smiled
To a rainbow in the slum,
Knowing that it hasn't left,
Because this is where it comes from.
They say after the storm
Comes the rainbow,
Leaving us hope in life
Like a guardian angel.
If we stick together
To help one another
The slum will be
Prosperous again, my brother.
At seven months, my son smile
To a rainbow in the slum,
Knowing, that it hasn't left,
Because this is where it comes from.
Peace...
Where it comes from?
Joy...
Where it comes from?
Happiness...
Where it comes from?
Unity...
Where it comes from?
Love...
Where it comes from?
A rainbow in the slum
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
I
Whispering winds whip the lake's eastern shore.
The towers above stand still,
gazing upon the infinite individuals below,
within the concrete maze; this city speaks to me.
It utters thousand of voices simultaneously.
Some unfamiliar to me,
all keep the labyrinth in mind.
Each voice different,
each voice similar in its journey
to conquer the labyrinth.
I too share the same goal,
but in the labyrinth, most don't know what I know.
II
The river twines around towers
creating the famous "loop."
The river's end irradiated for man,
until we flipped the flow in
labyrinth's past to avert windy shores.
The once river's end, now a beginning.
The labyrinth's bourgeois lie due north,
It's extravagance exemplified by magnificent miles
where whimsy wanderers flaunt status
and to the west and south,
an eternal siren's call resonates for all voices to listen;
urban decay haunts the once prosperous.
III
For only collectively can the labrinth be tamed
and imminent ends for those unworthy.
The lake, the river, its towers and people
shall never be neglected.
For only collectively can the labyrinth be tamed
and this labyrinth is all that I know;
this labyrinth is Chicago.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
The skinniest tulip
Sways gently in a breeze
Comfortably and serene
Never does it ask why or how
It just knows that life is nice
And the sun is warm against it's growing leaves
Then a storm comes around
And the tulip finds a new emotion
Fear
And as she trembles she begins to wonder why
A sky that hung blue and brilliant above her
Decided to rain it's wrath down upon her
When she is innocent of anything
And though the tulip
Loses a petal that day
She's grown a little taller
That tulip continues to thrive that season
She gets very used to the rain and terror
So no longer does she ask why
But suddenly the winds get colder
And the tulip begins to wilt
With nothing to help her
As she spreads her leaf to the sky
She wonders
How a caring world
Could watch her die
Could see her helplessness
And seize to aide
Why Mother Earth, so prosperous and great
Let the tulip down that day
How something that helped her grow
That told her to always be strong
How
Could it let her down that way?
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
My country is my cradle, gently rocking,
gently spinning dreams of further isles,
prosperous waters and rivers of gold.
Dystopian land of watercolour sunsets
the fiery sea illuminates foreign pathways
and we know in our cold cores we must go.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Blow a kiss & show me
What true liberation and
Desire look like, I deserve it
& when I see you, I am coming
With you. With nothing but
Excitement and the best intention.
I would love nothing more than that.
It doesn’t matter the list of places.
The first, second, or third destination.
I’d really just like to go hallucinate
With you In the wilderness.
A language that needs no translation.
No matter where we stand, mentally
We are where we want to be.
Prosperous in each other.
The earth tucked beneath a blanket,
eventually we’ll have to get up
but until then blow a few kisses
& take me with you.
A naked soul free, exploring a dream.
One of the first things that come to mind
Your face on front of a post card.
This memory snuggled up close
In infinity.
Without having to imagine or dream
Where we’ve already been.
Together by the lake,
The mountains nestled low,
One head snuggled into another.
The campfire barely visible, piled in a mess
Together.
Realizing that there’s nothing more perfect
Realizing that we are a dream within a dream.
Realizing that only we can make this a reality.
I want this so bad.
No matter where we stand, mentally.
We are where we want to be.
Each other’s everywhere & everything
in between.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 8:31 AM UTC
The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.
I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-balls meet.
Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.
Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.
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It is not without remorse that I watch you suffer though I tell myself it is for the greater good.
Help would be delivered with a smile if you had an offering but alas you have none.
We commit to making this world a safer and more prosperous place, it grieves us to watch as systematic ****** takes place.
What's the word? Oh yes genocide!
But as the man says 'if you can't pay then we don't take it away'.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
When you look at yourself,
Your psychedelic bruises,
Your prosperous veins,
Your ever-increasing freckles,
The stretch marks on your hips,
Your ever-so-slight collarbones,
Your deep blue eyes,
And you say
"Why can't I be lovely?"
Understand that when I look at you,
I see the endless galaxies,
The roads yet to be travelled,
The marvellous constellations,
I see the lines of Jupiter,
The glorious mountains,
I see the wondrous ocean.
So when I say
"Darling you already are"
Know that when I look at you,
I see my world.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
While I copy and paste it
You're out getting wasted
Drinking with your best mates
While I plan our first date
You're counting the hours
While I hear the howls
You're laughing hysterically
While you smile incredibly
Kissing other lips
Or maybe thrusting your hips
Whatever it is
You know it's dangerous
People think it is
Preposterous
They say you'll be taken
Oh, how they're mistaken
You'll be mine and they'll see
While I copy and paste this
You're out getting wasted
Drinking away
And in a nice way
You're looking amazing
You're wearing the basic
Kissing her lips
Or maybe thrusting your hips
Whatever this is
They say it's
Preposterous
or maybe its dangerous
They say I'm mistaken
They it's a phase
They say it'll be over
Please tell them
This love will be prosperous
And no this isn't a phase
Nor a preposterous feeling
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Pa ran inside,
All out of breath
Ma said "slow down"
"you look you've seen your own death"
He shut all the windows
Closed the shutters, the doors
He went to the cellar
And locked the trap doors
"Out on the hill there",
"You can see by the tree"
"It's a horse from the Devil"
"And it's waiting for me"
Ma said "you're crazy"
"There's nothing outside"
"Least all a horse"
"That the devil would ride"
I went to the window
To check for the steed
Pa said "Don't open that up"
"That's all the room that he'll need"
"He's come from below"
"To take my soul down to hell"
"And his horse is the warning"
"I know...I can tell"
The mustang stood waiting
On the hill, all aflame
Was it devil or horse
Were they one and the same?
Pa was still shaking
He had sure had a fright
There was no way that we
Would get to sleep on this night
Pa then told Mother
Of the deal he had made
With the Devil himself
In the cool of the shade
A prosperous ranch
The envy of all around
With all of his problems
Put six feet underground
Dad said he'd reckoned
That the deal was all done
When the crops out the back
All burned up in the sun
He knew that the Devil
Was calling in for his share
When he saw the horse burning
While no one else gave a care
"I have to get through now"
"To the morning past dawn"
"Then the horse will return"
"And the deal will be gone"
We listened intently
We were sure Pa wasn't sane
But, we knew from his tale
He had nothing to gain
We'd take shifts in the night
Keeping the devil at bay
Only twelve hours to go
Until the next day
It would be an adventure
We would trust in our faith
Of dad's tale of the mustang
The flaming horse wraith
The night was a battle
The devil tried to get in
He worked on our hearts
By making deals sweet with sin
Do we turn in our father
Or do we fight till the morn?
Could it just be a ruse
Burning one field of corn?
To see how it ended
You must come out here and see
The scorch marks in the grass
On the hill by the tree
You can believe what I've written
Or hear what Pa has to say
But, it was the Devil's Mustang
Came that night for to play
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
In the Presidential Palace, the steaks are served up seared.
There’s an excellent wine cellar for meals expertly prepared.
The Palace is cool in summer; in winter it's toasty warm,
And Maduro and his spouse are always safe and free from harm.
In the streets of Venezuela there is anger and despair.
Inflation is the problem but why should Maduro care.
The store shelves are nearly empty; most people live in fear
There is ****** done in daylight and the sense that chaos nears.
This was once a beautiful, Prosperous land, the envy of the South.
Then a populist Socialist came to drive investors out.
Now a nation, resource rich, has been importing oil,
a nation whose own oil reserves are the greatest in the world.
His critics?- dead or imprisoned; the media is controlled
There’s no term limits on his rule. Voters do as they are told.
Demonstrators, even peaceful, can be shot down in the street
While Maduro sips his wine and decides what next he’ll have to eat.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
We possess a hidden bucket
And we thrive when it is full
We hurt when others reach inside
Our bucket to dip and pull
We soar with loving energy
When our bucket’s overflowing
It just takes a little kindness
To keep our spirit growing
We possess a hidden dipper
Which we use to fill or take
From the buckets of each other
It’s a choice we daily make
And it’s how we use our dipper
That defines our path in life
So let’s choose to fill each other
And spread joy instead of strife
Notice when your bucket’s full
You feel prosperous and strong
But if your bucket’s low or drained
Despair comes speeding along
You’ll find that when you fill a friend
Your bucket gets filled up too
So keep your bucket ever full
Filling others always fill you
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC