Best Pure As The Driven Snow Poems

The welcome eidolons that through our conscience flow, 
bidden by times of trouble and the skills we lack
in order to withstand relentless whips that crack
over...

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Why does the heart want when the heart wants?
One of the questions logic cannot explain
So In this state I shall remain and write to numb...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he...

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Nineteen years ago, a precious gift, given to me
Having a son to call my own, forever to keep
A bond between mother and son, never to...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he...

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Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven...

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Artist-by Michelle Artiaga

Dancer, let your spirit fly,
Dancer, touch the sky.
Let your love float through your fingertips,
Let your dreams shine in your eyes.
Dance, Dance til your...

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only by a fluke did I manage 
   to worm winning trust 
   among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,...

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Sound of a soul echoing 
Eating inside the silence, ask what 
I should do for you 
Before I am taken away from you 
Inside a...

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Down by the Edge of the Woods

I know a place I love to go,
It’s quiet and pure as the driven snow.
A place that I can...

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...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)

his elves and reindeer discovered only 
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 
did I manage to...

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Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside 
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo 
there is a line no soul should...

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Master, teacher, and deliverer is what Jesus was to me
And, thanks to him, never again do I have to feel unclean
Real love and compassion is...

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What are you to me?
The whiff of cheap cigarette smoke;
Like burnt toast on the balmy air
A mass of silken ebony;
Your age-defying hair
A skin both gold...

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to the men in lab coats with horns like unto goats, 
an open confession of a minor isotope:

I -- so -- Hope that a day...

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