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Best Poems Written by John Grover

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Your Fate

Your beauty is mine
You remind my heart of love
You now have my fate

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I, Blue Sky

I, Blue Sky
 
I, Blue Sky
I am endless in His eyes
I am blue, I am black
I stay with all men,
all women,
They all love me and
cannot bid me adieu
 
I am monstrous,
I am impeccable
and never feeble.
You may dream and
able to reach me,
for your quest
you may not feel me,
I am invisible.
 
If your quest doesn't
kill you, it makes you weaker,
you shall never lift yourself,
you shall never graze your palm
with my elegant skin of light.
If you fail in your journey,
rejoice for you are I, Blue Sky.

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Angel

Just to look at this angel is astounding,
She gives me eternal shivers down my spine that shift down and give me cold feet, Her with
a symmetrical spine, wings on both sides with a width far enough to make her fly beyond words,

an out of this world, woman, making her field trip from heaven to us, then me,
she not an attraction but to her I'm attracted, shes on the top of my mind, her name on
the tip of my tongue, she takes the air from my lungs, making it hard to breathe,

Of what God crafted she one of His best works, she stands and stays at the apex of beauty,
I'm hoping her halo shall bind us together, having no intentions of breaking it, She has
the most attracting eyes that distracted me prior to the moment when we locked eyes, with
the mind of a scholar and the body only a goddess should have, she never ceases to amaze
me as my belief in angels never cease to decrease and further amaze me,

lazy angels never carry their wings,
no shes no lazy angel, I just wonder when her wings shall bring these entities and have
them intertwined, after she enters me, I enter internal relief.mind and heart, her heart
is a diamond ring encrusted with my name on the inside, curse the sun as he competes with
her for a more beautiful sight, as he sets in the west,

she rises in the east with a moonlit beauty, while she is the simile that says she is like
the moon in which she shines on me, and lightens my mood like a heavy burden, but she
promises to bury burdens beneath both benevolent feet, an incredible feat I have bestowed
upon myself; to try and fly like her and maybe have a picnic on the moon, while the stars
are our candles, I can use the oncoming comets to let her wear my jacket as we look
further in the night sky,

Planning to ride around Saturn's rings, making revolving revolutions, me making evolving
evolutions into a better man with a better mind in mind, wherever we fly, we fly in the
same direction, and for her to her man she is just like a reflection.

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Fallen Angel

Just to look at her is astounding, she gives me eternal shivers down my spine that shift
down and give me cold feet, me standing frostbitten i can't help but be lost and bitten
while the cost of living is being sucked out of me, millions drained to her mouth from my
veins, i couldn't help my blood from being rained out 'until it flooded, me warm-blooded
which keeps her with this burning desire to acquire more with her eyes filled with a fire
that admired more, a drink is what she pierced my attire for
i call her a demon in a dress but she calls me the one who lusts best, with my heart on
her beauty and my brain on her chest, like a brain in her heart, i knew her by heart, I
love her until death so to death until us part, we almost there because when i end is when
we start, living lifeless long-lived lives after life, my wife, consisting of
characteristics many would die for and many have died from, my number one had to come
toward and show me the means of my darkened wings
Her darkened presence presented this promising essence ever since I peered into her dark
eyes without sense, knowing that her sixth sense was to induce lust from a glorious
appearance, appearing different as it appears, I fear for my peer's fears as their tears
will act as their own wake while they can't awake at their own wake, and take what Death
has, while their epitaphs laugh last, and we have the last laughter as we live dreadfully
ever after!

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Diagnosed With Love

Now I'm this patient, feeling impatient, and my patience has been deceased like I could
be, through all the time I have wasted, I have to face it that my symptoms haven't been
too basic: I've been weak in the knees, I've been causing to freeze, I keep forgetting my
name like I have amnesia, and I've been sick like I've been in the sea, under the weather
and its been hard to breathe, plus I've checked my thermometer its over 40 degrees C,

Now I'm a little hot, my palms sweaty, nevertheless, I'm ready for that unpleasant
injection of affection that seemed deadly, at first, I'm okay i guess but it could be
worse, I could be invisible to the eye, but I'm glad that our eyes converse and my mouth
has pupils that never disperse, my sickness has become to great to treat, my feet cant
keep up the collapsing corpse-like condition that its came to and my brain isn't
obsolescent and oblivious to the obvious oblivion that the pain has came through,

Now I'm seeing two of you, so I'll give love to each and double my comprehension, thus
multiplying two to give her twice as much of my undivided attention, not to mention, I'm
adding more actions to this equation so that I may become a fraction of her life, maybe
half of her so that she can be the other half of me so I'd have to work twice as hard to
be the man she now sees.