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The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

For you Who cant be Mine

In the windowpane, a boy I see, A vision of beauty, so rare and free. His eyes, like the ocean, blue and deep, My heart, they do gently steep. His smile, a ray of sunshine bright, Lights up the day, and fills my night. I long to be with him, to hold him tight, But alas, he's out of my sight. Oh, how I wish to be his bride, To be the one he'll always abide. But fate, it seems, has other plans, And we can never be in each other's hands. So I stand here, in the street below, Watching him, with a he

Love poem

Love poem My love is like a gentle breeze, Soft and warm, like a summer day. It lifts me up and carries me away, To heights that I could never reach alone. My love is like a raging fire, Burning bright, like a star in the night. It guides me through the darkness, Giving me the courage to take flight.

Double Trouble: Falling in Love with Two

The poem describes the experience of falling in love with two people at the same time, creating a complex emotional struggle for the speaker. The speaker is torn between two individuals, both of whom they deeply care for and appreciate. The poem captures the sense of confusion and uncertainty that accompanies such a situation, as the speaker tries to reconcile their feelings and make a decision.

Nature' Poem

Amidst the whispers of the trees so tall, Nature's symphony plays, a gentle call. Rivers dance with shimmering glee, Underneath the sky's vast tapestry. Mountains rise like ancient kings, Guardians of secrets that nature brings. Fields of flowers, a vibrant hue, Painted by a hand that's pure and true. The sun dips low, a golden fire, Painting the horizon with colors to inspire. Stars emerge, a sparkling sight, Guiding the wanderer through the night. In forests deep, secrets softly reside, Where

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

Poem of love

Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make rest at noon.

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Love sad poem

In the hush of a lonely heart, a melody plays, A bittersweet tune of love's bygone days. We built a castle, grand and tall, But the wind whispered secrets, and watch it fall. Your touch, a ghost, lingers on my skin, A haunting reminder of what has been. Laughter's echo mocks the silent room, Empty promises blooming in the gloom. Each whispered word, a piercing thorn, Memories like embers, forever worn. I close my eyes, a teardrop slips away, Lost in a love that could not stay. The moon, a witnes

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Rose of Jericho

Tab tum roo doge

This one is for your parents

Maybe Tomorrow

Poetry shayari

याद क्यों आते हैं तन्हाई में, दिल डूबा है गम की गहराई में, हमें मत ढूंढना दुनिया की भीड़ में, हम तो मिलेंगे तुम्हारे ही परछाई // Why do I remember in loneliness, the heart is immersed in the depth of sorrow, do not find us in the crowd of the world, we will meet your own shadow // याद क्यों आते हैं तन्हाई में, दिल डूबा है गम की गहराई में, हमें मत ढूंढना दुनिया की भीड़ में, हम तो मिलेंगे तुम्हारे ही परछाई //

Dare to love poem

Sketch

I love this person very much. I find it insulting to make it with my own hands but still I make it by looking at it with my heart to make my heart happy. My family has separated me from my love but my breath is now connected to his breath. Even today when I close my eyes I see his face in front of my eyes and I feel like I have found paradise in this world. How can a person become so important to us, O God, you have made love, then why has he separated me?