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I wrote this poem 4 my girlfriend last month, and I got dumped yesterday! I know that It rhymes a lot, but I love rhyming! What do u think?

Forever and Ever

I’ll love you forever and ever,
I’ll love you till the end of never,
Our love is as light as a flying feather,
Im so glad that we’re together.

I’ll love you in life, I’ll love you in death,
I’ll love you until the very last breath,
Don’t you worry, im always here,
Now you know you have nothing to fear.

I’ll love you wherever you are,
I love you, you’re such a star,
I’ll always love you, near and far,
You are the tear drops on my guitar.

I’ll love you till the end of time,
I’ll love you with these words that rhyme,
My love for you will always flow,
We’re tied together like a bow.

I’ll love you forever and ever,
I’ll love you till the end of never,
Our love is as light as a flying feather,
Im so glad that we’re together.
Yh, I want 2 change the “tear drops on my guitar line”, I love that song, but I
can’t think of anything else in that rhyming pattern!

Keep still, Just Walk the Plank

Groundhogs gophers-gally up-salute to ecstasy
Sand it UP
Euphemism sways these chivalrous oak trees- yet still:
Turtles truddle with wicked corruption
sleaze (be weary)

Diving deep with scales of rainbow
Tied into bows by Mayflowered children
Treason!! But sly-
Triples, Quadruples, [fool] stand BACK

Same square lecture Bocks (L?)
Let peace be squandered till death
In-consequential, pots of steam, tendrils climb (ing?)
Drink deep but slow trepidation fits duplicate

I could make a pirate out of you,
But I can’t tell these heroes from thieves
Is this chuffing cacophony mocking me? amplified dissonance.
Knocking. Knocking. Pounding. Crying.

Daughter? Quake and smell this lavender Soap! –are you there?
Brush brush brush these shale biscuit rings
Into worlds folds [YOU!] evil
Darling, I’ve waited- but now come back to me

Hiss hiss, is it gray or did it miss?
Understand I did not berry this chest of CoaL(d)
Just lick this seal and it is FINished!!!
But now this scrap can survive; LIBERTY

Oh Destitute, surrender your wealth!- I’m loaded
Plummet into the Grave of sunrise…. ‘scape
Calamity sheds slithery skin (bury it!)
Resolution of Rosie specs

If you’d rather not, I’ll fly alone
To those western skies that dream of Eden
But. Just for now, teach me your songs
Or I’ll drown from sour melodies.

Indignation (yours or mine?)

*****
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer, do!
I’m half crazy,
All tied together with you!
Much better than sex,
Fly, shaped like an ‘X’
You’ll look so sad in your hospital bed
From my snowboard built for two.

*****

War-Burned Grass Grave

Covered in the cold, night after
The fire whipped the forest away
The wolves mouths are red
And all the children are dead
And no one’s left alive to be gay
For the soldiers homecoming
Flying back from the sands
To find the grass he left is much colder
And will never be so green again

He wakes one night, back, cold and distanced
To the bell tolling for the men left
Sprang up and tied on his boots
To sail to sea and face his own death
And tire and fire and shoot up on meth
For a cause that he didn’t
And just couldn’t believe
To find pointlessly injured
And too late to relieve, the men.

His Mary caught the plane in to meet him
Her gorgeous red light blown in the wind
An air of unconscious
Illusioned subconscious
And nothing to hold her from sin
Until the wind brought the chill back
In the night men’s shots rang
For her, this pale beauty
The bells toll, the man hanged

The train arrived back at the station
Meeting all the men in the town
The platform estranged
The men all deranged
Black velvet draped all around
The casket was carried
And all the men in the town
Cried for the corpse of
Such a graceful dead clown

The soldier served his time and released his
Cold self back in to the wild
To where the fires swept back and ruined
The place where winters are mild
He found himself alone at the station
To carry his lone bag by himself
The station-man said
What a sad life ahead
Your only love is gone at your own fault
The grass will never be greener
The fire burned it up clean
And over the raw grave
The soldiers hanged self is seen

In a lonely park I sit upon a bench waiting for your meeting to end. For duty to once again be satisfied.

While there I happen to notice a beautiful kite flying upon the wind. Within its brightly colored patterns I see myself… bobbing and weaving… caught up in a comforting embrace it danced in a joyous freedom.

Entranced I watched… soon I became aware of a small figure in control of the kite. His blue eyes lit up in the joy he felt… his small fists clutched tightly upon his beautiful treasure.

Suddenly out of nowhere a burst of wind came and the kite found his freedom dancing away seeminly unaware of the pain its sudden departure would cause…

Startled I felt your warm hand upon my arm. My lifeline… so solid and true. Tying me firmly with love.