Poem for the #nr 1 mod

[sebnan12]

I had walked through life with nothing until you, until you I knew no pleasure.
And then one day God sent you to me, to the eye so beautiful: you, my McJim, my treasure.

A gift from God, a gift so fine that you can never be measured
A love so fine, so sweet, so kind, it's you, my love: you, my McJim, my treasure.

I promise to hug and kiss and hold you each day.
I promise a love with devotion that will never ever fade away.

I promise and swear to God above
To show you nothing but my pure love

I will admire the blessing of your boundless love,
Because I know that you are a true gift from Heaven above.

I will not hurt you with my frustrations.
I will hold you close and kiss you with loving admiration.

I will always appreciate your commitment to me,
Give me a chance, for can't you see?

This is not a game of chance that we play.
It is true love that I swear is committed to stay.

You say that at times you are afraid
This one I can find no rhyme so let me be clear:
I will,
Love you endlessly
Devote my life to making you happy
Admire you each day for the person you are
Take interest in the things that you like to do
Admire your beauty daily in awe and reflect it back to you
Be attentive to you and you needs
Be forgiving
Listen to you with never a harsh word in return (I swear it and pray for it in God's name)
Show you by my actions that I love you
Be more open and fun to you, your family and friends
Never go to bed without you
Rub you, kiss you, bathe you, lift you up or whatever it takes when you are feeling down.

I will kiss you and love you all that I possibly can,
And don't be embarrassed to be seen holding my hand.

I will treasure each day as if it were our last,
And at the end of your life you won't regret me being your past.

You are the sunshine in my morning, and like a the bird I will sing you a song.
I know that in this life when I am troubled, through God it's you who keeps me strong.

You are the Moderator of my heart and the air that gives me life,
My truest friend of all, my heart, my soul, my McJim

I love you very much; you are all that is good in this world!

[Gendarme]

Why?

[pecelot]

MCJim best Jim

[edeholland]

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/ ... y-treasure

[Gichtenlord]

Read the first letter of each verse. *mindblown*

get trolled nubs

[Vinyanyérë]

tfw when you lose out to a guy who's not even a mod

[deleted_user0]

Read the first letter of each verse. *mindblown*

get trolled nubs

2nd verse reads anal

Though i guess its just like that on phones same size as mine...

[Hazza54321]

Awe shame i thought @deleted_user made this :(

[deleted_user]

I want to see umeu poesy!

[deleted_user0]

Little baby callen sitting on the knee
Of hazza five four two one three
Callen is so chubby soft and cute
He turns big hazza into a girly dude
He giggles with raw excitement
As he changes diapers full of excrement
Ugly Hazza is a pretty big boy now
And we hope baby callen will follow

[pecelot]

now doesnt rhyme with follow

[deleted_user0]

now doesnt rhyme with follow

there are more types of rhyme than just single syllable perfect rhyme at the end of a sentence.

[pecelot]

Katy Perry taught me otherwise

[deleted_user0]

yes, thats the problem with today's pop culture. it rewards mediocrity.

[deleted_user]

Free verse is best verse

[deleted_user0]

no callen nope
rhyme is dope

[deleted_user]

simple end rhymes are a bore
too predictable at their core
internal become more vernal
but it's the non rhyme that ties
together two lots like
caramel coats apple

[deleted_user0]

That is why you should learn early in life
What it means to diversify nearly all rhyme
When craftily done and not just there for
Form will add flavour to your bland word
Like salt nothing will be the same anyone
Can rhyme swine herd with Callen's a Tudor
But it takes a master to trick the mind
And find gems between the lines of rhyme

[deleted_user]

I've learnt meter and rhyme and found them all sounds
That to leap! is different than to pour
Vowels and consonants and semivowels and mutes
Families of sounds the rock for all rhyme
That rhyme be a pebble of poetry’s beach
For the ancient or rather obsolete to sift
Read Whitman, read Plath, or translated Neruda
Rhyme is one sound and one sound is rhyme too
Second to the line, the tower
The stanza, the keep
The stanzas, the castle of poetry’s beach pebbles
Its distended head embedded in mute

[deleted_user0]

Neruda is op.

[XeeleeFlower]

Poets gathered in ESOC
The only thing missing was a spot of tea
Yet alcohol flowed through their veins
As they sped through threads as though they were on a train

"Read my words", they all cried out in haste
"For they are all written with excellent taste!"
"Yes, mhm, thine words are grand indeed!" they exclaimed to one another
"We share another similar passion, thou art all my sisters and brothers"

The threads from henceforth on became joyous and light
The love they all shared was an unstoppable fire that burned ever bright
It consumed the most toxic and created them anew
It drove back hate and replaced it with love so true

The community grew, the love grew more
It penetrated the world, affecting individuals at their core
The poets leaned back and deeply sighed
For their beauty caused hatred to subside

[deleted_user]

It avails not to bestow hope in the heart of man
For the heart of man is omnipotent to the man himself
And as the inferno’s plume over horizon rises thick
As the vegetation burns loudly and
Mrs death smiles her crooked smile
As the birds choke and fall and insects proliferate amidst radiated landscapes
And rodents become addled and deer, spit-crazed
As the air grows coagulated with freed iron
As empty stomachs are filled with the contents of full stomachs
And the world is flung into chaos
Man will look into the heart of man and he will find one truth: himself
He will ransack the night and all she hides
He will thieve thy Mother and she will yield willingly to him
Debauched omnipotents will hunt debauched omnipotents
Poets, prosists, dock workers, bakers, men of color, men of none
The plume will plot all dark; all light will scare but the light feasting on flesh
Grafted skin surgeons will also burn and
man, uglied, his earthen soil sere, cast in ash
Will at last know the strife of ego

[pecelot]

yesh
chinese
beersh
japanese

[Jam]

words are very unnecessary,
they can only do harm.

[deleted_user0]

It avails not to bestow hope in the heart of man
For the heart of man is omnipotent to the man himself
And as the inferno’s plume over horizon rises thick
As the vegetation burns loudly and
Mrs death smiles her crooked smile
As the birds choke and fall and insects proliferate amidst radiated landscapes
And rodents become addled and deer, spit-crazed
As the air grows coagulated with freed iron
As empty stomachs are filled with the contents of full stomachs
And the world is flung into chaos
Man will look into the heart of man and he will find one truth: himself
He will ransack the night and all she hides
He will thieve thy Mother and she will yield willingly to him
Debauched omnipotents will hunt debauched omnipotents
Poets, prosists, dock workers, bakers, men of color, men of none
The plume will plot all dark; all light will scare but the light feasting on flesh
Grafted skin surgeons will also burn and
man, uglied, his earthen soil sere, cast in ash
Will at last know the strife of ego

so depressing...