"indited" poems
One way to be very happy is to be very rich
For then you can buy orchids by the quire and bacon by the flitch.
And yet at the same time People don't mind if you only tip them a dime,
Because it's very funny
But somehow if you're rich enough you can get away with spending
water like money
While if you're not rich you can spend in one evening your salary for
the year
And everybody will just stand around and jeer.
If you are rich you don't have to think twice about buying a judge or a
horse,
Or a lower instead of an upper, or a new suit, or a divorce,
And you never have to say When,
And you can sleep every morning until nine or ten,
All of which
Explains why I should like very, very much to be very, very rich.
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Million miles away
I stand
Alone like a lone tree
On a desert
Apart from thee
Yet thy love
Sprut through me
And exult my heart
But trickle tears from my eyes
Million miles away
I hike
Through the endless dunes to thee
All day but day
When the blistering sun poach my breath
And gets a quartre a mile
Million miles away
The beautiful blue skies
Alms me thy mirage figurine
But enfeeble to caress thy face
With a short hand
Million miles away
All the letters I indited for thee
And left in the whirlling storms
Went afar but near Into the valleys
And gradually parched my words
Million miles away
The sun walks across in furry
As my hopes are burried
Ever to reach thee
And preach my love
Million miles away
Twilight comes
And I wander in the midst of ghost shadows
My soul drowns
Like am dip into the wells
Million miles away
Night comes
And I lied in the cold breeze
Dreaming about thy touches and kisses
Yet I wake up ,
With no side nor sight of thee
Million Miles Away
©Historian E.Lexano
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Sewn yourself through
not a part left that hasn't
been touched by you
your embroidery is lovely
it colors my face
it paces my hate
it swallows my fate
not a needle I wouldn't take
by you
I'm an addict, I can see that now
happily inebriated
by your loves cloud
indited it'd be, out loud
but captured close and enshroud
of perfect pink dreams
I'm afraid of crashing, stinging
afraid all they'll be bringing
pain, disconnect, heart wreaking
when they canter away
your pictures return
new, beloved, gay
I am pound again and again
by delicate hands
holding needle and thread
love has been like a quilt
where I am your mural
forever colored
by being your girl
and you're covered
hopefully I'm more
than your in love drunkard
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
O', my despondent Love!
You were the Prayer;
Nebulous to these eyes
Illegible to these lips,
You were the prayer
With the Verses,
That my Heart Recited
Every Divine night,
When Those Tranquil Rays of Moon
Embraced the Rising Waves Of Ocean,
When The Zephyrs
Caressed The Earth,
When the Galaxies
Slumbered in the Lap of Universe;
Listening to the Lullabies of Silence,
You were the Prayer, Whose Verses-
Were indited by the Crimson Ink
Of my Pen,
Yes, you were the Prayer of my Life,
That fulfilled the Wish
Of Igniting the Candle of Rue,
In the Temple of-
Euthenia,
On the Lands of Famines!!
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
While there was one,
Indited upon.
And the other,
Folded into an envelope.
But was I not more envious,
Of the ink stained letter
Privileged enough
To be enshrouded,
Embraced,
By the sleeve
With so much love.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Hand over my heart
Handing me the bill
Handling the parts
Of blood and soul, to spill
In the mind so vindicated
In retrospect, no fault
Indited and intoxicated
An overt, self-assault
Eased into conceiving
Easily swallowing the pill
Easier yet, believing
No bending of my will
No home for the wicked soul
No love for the devil within
No way to know how deep the hole
Or the width, and breadth of sin
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC