Best Purvey Poems
What the Lord GaveThe sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
As the curfew knells folks head home and pray
Thanking the Lord for the rewarding...
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purvey, blessing, dedication, god, happiness,
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Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars
Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars
The cozy, round, garden table,
...
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Categories:
purvey, beauty, husband, imagery, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Overactive ImaginationLaying in my cozy bed
And drifting off to dreams,
A sudden panic fills my head:
What if this isn't as it seems?
What if while I'm tucked in,
Slipping into sleep,
Giant monsters and their kin
Through the darkness creep?
I draw my hand back to me,
deep into my sheet,
Scared that if...
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Categories:
purvey, 11th grade, childhood, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
A Glorious Field God Hath Given
The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
(Yields of green fields basked in HIS glory are being challenged)
As the curfew knells...
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purvey, blessing, god, happiness, spiritual,
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OxymoronComin' to the pad without very much to say
Not ever sure where these words'll take me
Been out my mind, I still ain't lost my way
Learned quick nothings what it seems to be
Never been one to just listen and obey
Yeah yeah you have 20/20 but...
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Categories:
purvey, confusion, growth, how i
Form:
Rhyme
My Time29 November 2010
My Time
Time is laid upon me
To nourish by virtue and unspoiled
Choose from a road – concrete or soiled
Learn the ropes from every tempting epitome
Chasing time or run out of time
Precisely or faulty, I succumbed to pressure
From naïve unsteady step to a walk in...
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Categories:
purvey, adventure, life,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Ode To the Great Wooden Slot Car Derby RaceEarth's golden orb rises o're the new eastern sky,
Where red sandhills and goslings blithely fly.
The secret mist of the morning bids its final adieu,
As a young day spontaneously, begins anew.
A spectacular derby in technicolor array,
Creation of marvels beyond all mortal purvey.
Strategies and concepts each totally...
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Categories:
purvey, creation, inspirational, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Another Daypale pink is the pre-dawn sky
"pink sky in mourning..."
today will be a pre-proceeding
- for some it will be the same
for some it will purvey monumental,
tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence
as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed
by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun
FLASH! - what you knew you...
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Categories:
purvey, child, death, dedication, grief,
Form:
Narrative
Upon Visiting GortmoreThe new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;
So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With its winding entrance avenue,
And meadows of barley cane;
There the ancient...
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Categories:
purvey, uplifting,
Form:
Pastoral
AwayNightly the familiar march,
sunset suffused with dawn.
Crushed the moments in between.
Neither praised nor cursed but
merely lost amid their myriad kin
and dreadfully forgotten.
Misplaced lives amid unreckoned days—
for sale by merchants of expired skill
who barter time and wrest unseemly bargains,
their words aligned with porous deeds,
maintained throughout in...
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Categories:
purvey, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
purvey, anxiety, desire, fear, freedom,
Form:
Epigram
InglenookInglenook
She, the face in the embers,
The remnants of a raging fire,
Smoulders like a cigarette
Between lips of lustful desire.
Where men stoke in gay abandon,
Pokers hot as blacksmiths arms,
To fade and die in the ashes,
The inglenook of her charms.
Breathe, breathe,...
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Categories:
purvey, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
A Taste of Things To ComeCould our verity be any unique?
Whenever the twenty-first century is antique,
Links are the best way to deal with everything
When even the pencils will betide self-replicating,
The whole would be vastly improved
And, the fortune of the rich would be approved
Would remove those in requisite thoroughly
There will be...
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Categories:
purvey, analogy, computer, confusion, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
A Brewing StormA storm is brewing in the south
Lightning flashes thunders shout
Rain is coming without a doubt
Creatures lookout, creatures lookout
Rain is pouring, lightning flashes
East strong winds bring rain that clashes
Blowing through the door's tight sashes
Lightning flashes, lightning flashes
Its been awhile since such display
We've had many, many...
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Categories:
purvey, nature, thanks,
Form:
Rhyme
RumorsWe don’t dare
To mention it
Or to others, it purvey
We do not try
To clarify
And thus, our fears allay
Which leaves us with
Unproven myth
That just, gets in our way
We should not bide
In our pride
But ask, what’s gone astray
With friends our ties
We improvise
And some, just go their way
But,...
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Categories:
purvey, betrayal, prejudice, relationship,
Form:
Narrative