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Àŧùl Sep 2016
When you help your buddy get married to his girlfriend,
Against the wishes of both their families and world,
You are observing the actual spirit of Bakrid,
No kidding here - I am so serious!!

You are helping his career in life of AGREECULTURE,
Because marriages are agreements that you sign without reading,
And of course you are sacrificing your friendship,
Just like the underlying principle of Bakrid.
A poem for comic relief.

My HP Poem #1134
©Atul Kaushal
Poetic T Sep 2016
Death played hopscotch he threw his
touch then his feet grasped upon the
souls of mortal man and there hearts
were stopped twelve steps of death.

He lifted his cloak so to see where
to jump, one jump, two jump third
jump and three drop dead like fallen
trees they fall in the breeze.

He could play this all day the pebble each
one a heart, he lifts it up jolting in his
bony fingers and then looks as it beat
within his palm then crumbles it to dust.

Then anguish and pain the daughter of
death that help him in his role in the world
"father let us once again play our game,
He smiles and skips on broken spines.

Mother please, As decay walks over asking
what is this scream not of mortal breath?
Its daddy he is ruining our game,
off the children's play thing I say.

Death wallows as his fun is ended, and
once again death now cant end their  
suffering as his children once again
Linger there misery on human kind.

"My husband I no you meant well,
But children must learn from mistakes.
Now come with me and let us rest in
the earth and linger in corruptions embrace.
Nina McNally Aug 2016
Loving you is the best thing
I* can do! I want to spend
Forever with you and with
Everyday that passes I

Can't wait to be your wife!
Having you in my life has made my life better
And I can't image it without you
Nor do I want to think of that.
Going with you to baseball games, shopping, or just
Evenings at the gym or home as long as I'm
Spending time with you, I am happy!

I love you!
©2016
McNally|Flanders, Inc.
A little poem I wrote about my fiancé who has my heart.
He is my man, and made my life great and me a better person was day.
Title from Good Charlotte
Donna Bella Aug 2016
I'm so deep in love it's like diving in the Mariana, everlasting.
I'm so high off him, it's like I'm intoxicated with every illegal substance.
I'm in so much trouble because I killed for him and I lied for him.
I'm so in love, and I like it.
I like the way he talks, I love the way he sings, I love his smile and I love every flaw.
But he has no flaws to me, our love diminishes flaws.
Never been intertwined before until his heart met with mines and I felt our souls attaching to one another.
The love grows deeper every day as our heart becomes more and more attached.
Deeper. *
Deeper.
Deeper.
Donna Bella Aug 2016
Who would ever think I would fall in love?
Who would ever think someone would be genuinely intrigued by me?
Who would ever think someone would fall in love with me?
Who would ever think someone would ask me to marry them?
Who would ever think my life would change overnight?
Who would ever think I would be so happy?
Who would ever think I would be so happy by waking up every morning?
Who would ever think I would love each and every day?
Who would ever think?
Guys,  my man proposed to me and it was the sweetest thing ever. I love him so much
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