Best Purls Poems

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If my words lacked flow, unadorned, and...

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Elegant snowy 
Plumage pristine
Pale arched neck 
From dew drops gleam
Feathers like ancient 
Intricate lace
Silently gliding; 
Tiny purls cross the water’s face
Velvet warmth hovers 
Within hidden down
Delicate head poised 
With an invisible crown
Vast powerful wings 
Unfold and unfurl
Testing the morning air 
As cool waters swirl
About your...

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eye borne two wright storeys four yew wit tiers,
tails suite tolled, sum purls wit pane;
Fore yew two gaize, hale, prays.


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April 26, 2015

Poetry/Kimo/Nearly The Same
Copyright Protected, ID 04-667-057-26
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Only Homos Allowed
sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis, NA Judged...

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Through pale of eve, my eyes can see
beyond the trellis where I stand
a rose awaits, brushing the ground
through pale of eve, my eyes can see
needles of thorns ,calling for me
where tips of sadness purls around
through pale of eve, my eyes can see,
beyond the trellis where...

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Unto Acheron, great river of woe,
  the buried to the entrance gate are led,
in the underworld to Charon below
  to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin receive,
  a fare lest you be trapped between two...

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The Sovereign, Almighty, omnipotent, omniscient God.
faithful, explicable and searchable
personal yet indescribable
He purls my heart together.
In my quandary, He is there.
A mother, a father He is.
My words point at love
but because of their restrictions,
I use to extol and exalt Him,
the Great God.
The tears I shed,
He removes...

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My Ophelia sits, poised and preening
like a big question mark
ready to go, ready to stay
I scratch and rub her back gently,
she curls and purls, asking for more.

I take her into my arms,
embracing as children and lovers do.
She is quick to read the meaning 
behind the...

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I am drawn into 
the flowers form,
its petals curl
as a colour purls
with gentleness,
through the shreds
of my ripped heart

Evidence of decay
is tinged to its glisten,
to last just one more day
is its only mission

This is a bloom 
being finally set free,
from living each day 
nature’s own mortality....

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Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
Mellow are memorial moments, mirth as well as my muse
High-floating foams, filled with redolent renaissance
Gently freshen up and fondle my hairs
My hairs, eager to inhale inspiring air
Grow fixated upon and fused with her familiar fragrance
Daisy-cutting eddies, gurgling into...

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Sometimes
I'm not sure if I am Me.

I fall into the safe Despair, Regret, and Lamentation
and the reindeer in my mind digs a hole in my heart to find a reason.
I step outside the world for a moment and watch the hole,
the hole filled with
my rough...

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tell me your name
let run my fingers 
across the contours 
of your mouth,
describe the sunset 
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas 
cannot


remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my only affirmation


within whispers of meaning
this fool travels
shuffling to melodies
in the...

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Fire burning, keeps me warm
While outside brews a big snowstorm 
Now all I need to be complete 
Are knitted socks upon my feet

I thought I'd have them on by now
I'd knit my own but don't know how
Will you teach me how someday?
We'll stay in bed...

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I am pouring my heart out because I am going through something personal, but I thank a Wonderful, Faithful God that I am not going through alone...He is 'Here' with me. I am so grateful that I know in situations such as these, He walks...

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Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in gold-tipped purls of rose-furls:
stroking the ears as gently as a...

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