40 Poems
Below the running dog you will see,
40 pieces of poetry;
Some are good,
Some are bad;
Some will make you happy,
Some will make you sad.
So enjoy these poems,
That i have wrote;
"For they'll help you"
Notice the quote.
These forty poems in the making,
Were written by me;
And aren't for the taking.
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Build Me My Tomb
Build me my tomb,
of rock and of stone;
And bury my dreams,
to be alone.
My days are few,
I need your care;
You broke my heart,
my soul you tear.
And when I die,
you shall know;
For I'll be there,
to love you so.
Life
Life is so awful,
so be prepared.
If you died today,
and nobody dared;
Would you be worried?
Would you be scared?
Would you cry aloud?
If nobody cared.
Is life worth living?
Is it worth all the pain?
Is life so bad,
will it drive you insane.
Is it worth all the work?
Or worth all the horror?
Is it so terrible?
Would you walk out the door.
Well if your lifes rotten,
or if your lifes bad;
All you must do is pray,
and soon you'll be glad.
My dream
No one knows,
of the dream I had;
One dark and stormy night.
Twas an awful dream,
that gave me quite a fright.
This dream i had,
while in my sleep;
Got me all sensitive,
and got me quite deep.
This dream i dreamed,
twas of you;
You turned from me,
twas nothing i could do.
But in the end,
I won your love;
You came to me,
like the dove.
Their Guns Are Fired
Their guns are fired,
the soldiers grow restless and tired,
Their duty is to fight,
with no rest day or night,
They march through the mud,
made slick with mans blood,
They know they might die,
often don't even know why,
They fight for their lives,
using their guns or their knives
The fields are filled with horror and sadness,
They wonder what will end this madness,
Their guns are fired,
The soldiers grow restless and tired
The Elf
The elf runs up and down the tree,
In only a way that I may see;
It hops and skips and sings with glee,
As if its had too much coffee.
It runs off home in a flurry,
And eats its dinner way to early;
And now its time for the elf to sleep,
Spiders it hears in a midnight creep;
The next morning rise and shine,
The elf starts eating a melon rind;
Then he puffs his pipe,
And waits for his melons to ripe.
It goes to meet its friends,
Through a trail that twists and bends;
The elf runs up and down a tree,
In only a way that I may see.
It skips along and sees a dove,
Immediatly it falls in love;
This fact might sound a little absurd,
But this little elfs in love with a bird.
Finnaly noon has come,
It gargles down a keg of rum,
Which goes straight to its tum,
Then he spins and acts all dumb;
Once again night has come,
It counts its melons and firnds the sum,
Then at last he falls asleep,
And the little elf makes not a peep.
The Way
I love the way her hair shines in the morning sun,
The way her eyes sparkle when the day is done;
A thousand mountains I would climb,
My love twords her I can't define.
Never Alone
It was forrbidden love,
between her and I;
For she was to live,
and I, to die.
She was the best,
I've ever had;
Now she is alone,
I feel so bad.
She sits alone,
by our tree in the park;
She sits there sobbing,
alone in the dark.
I can't take back,
the wrong I've done;
Theres only one thing to do,
and that, is run.
Finally,
my mind is set straight;
I run back to her,
and face my fate.
She wipes the tears,
from her joy filled face;
She dashes to me,
with oh, such grace.
She bows before me,
and takes my hand;
Then leads me towards,
my home-bound land.
At last I've made it,
to my castle(my house)
but all I care,
is I share it with my spouse.
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