Best Purge Poems

Evergreen flavored mantras
did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips
nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy.
Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one
as your...

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns...

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Oh, Lord! Lest one is asleep,
the purge to kill you,yet again,
is quite deep.
Some, who read your word in
the Bible, re-create it, with myths
that are long...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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When nature wilts into 
                  a colorless haven,...

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Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is...

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Blue words cry, 
smearing bare 
               paper walls. 
I am only...

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Stay steady and silently still, 
Let me adore what your eyes do to my shivering quill, 
I am led astray between my walls and your...

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This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns...

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Let it rain! Oh God, let it rain!
Wash away my anguish and pain!
And mix my tears with spring showers,
till sadness morphs into flowers.

Purge the hurt...

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Sometimes late at night as we succumb to sleep
We greet creative thoughts beyond those of counting sheep

It’s said Thomas Edison held coins in his hands
That...

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Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes,...

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“Strange Creatures and The Forest of Egregore” 

Where do we go -

when our rosebuds
stop still in the cold,
unwanted, 
along the unopened road?

we walk into the...

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Mentors like priests preparing me for holy rite
Institutional slaves to a false trinity
Subduing adventure, exploration and discovery to classroom rigor
Eternal stairway ... moonbeams to the...

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