Best Unpure Poems

Winged, winking devils dance
on onyx tinted wings entice
burnt appendages so broken inside rib cage

Unable to fly out of this hell hole
a shadow lifted nevermore
a touch as cold as night lures steel cuts
knees buckle, locked down
nowhere to run from

Rusted chains tighten
each new link pierces,
digs deep the...

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Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us.
Changing us completely in one second.
Giving us a perspective we never had before.
Showing us that...

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Last flickers of a dying flame still burn 
I strain to see every bitter remembrance     
lain before my feet     
pain stained mendacious propaganda       
blackened and singed upon my soul     
      
words have risen and...

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Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets 
suburbs undaunted

available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses

soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter...

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"I look around me, 
Covered in blood and pus I am. 
Dead bodies lie flat on their faces, 
of people all from different races. 
My heart beats frantically in my chest, 
As I walk through the depths of Hell; unpure and unblessed. 
Darkness surrounds me...

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Is it that we are blind?
Cloistered, locked from our mind?
Is it the shadow of our light
That threw away the left of right?

Is it the gold of many?
The lust of the unpure?
Who forgot we were free?
Blame this sugar-coated lure

Gray and brown  and never red
This is...

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Trees are falling down in my world.
The sun has gone down and it's not hot anymore. 
The season is winter.
I find more and more that the dark side is speaking to me in tongues.
She wants me to be bad and lean over to her. 
I...

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Chained

Winged, winking devils dance
on onyx tinted wings entice
burnt appendages so broken inside rib cage

Unable to fly out of this hell hole
a shadow lifted nevermore
a touch as cold as night lures steel cuts
knees buckle, locked down
nowhere to run from

Rusted chains tighten
each new link pierces,
digs deep the...

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There is.

there is a quiet admiration not for art 
not for composure, nor valor or beauty or cause.

There is.

there is a calm envy for all things shiny 
for all that costs and that spins, that
flashes, whistles and tastes;

that appears and disappears within 20
seconds 
that demands...

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Every task has a game
Every game, a strategy
Every strategy has a reason
Poised so gracefully with devilish intent

Death by love
Death by hate
Death by a stranger
Death by a familiar face

An intention is all he needs
To reveal his dangerous stead
A simple act of sweet revenge
Or a show of...

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I kneel before the altar 
Christ bowing an unpure spirit 
to receive your blessing

 
In a sign of the cross
I salute you bread of life 
Drinking from the blood of your Holy Love 

Within Faith a mere shadow in prayer 
A small seed Immortal one...

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I'm reaching out but no one graces my hands 
I'm rapping the presence and no one appreciates my gift
So I keep hope that you'll hear
When I know it's a myth

Mirrors reflect what we already know
Pictures of us are memories that glow
In your silverware I see...

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What were you thinking, 
that night
Do you not remember,
 have no sight
Of kindness 
youth, 
sensitivities
dark rooms where you became of me

To joke of things, 
under sheets
As if the years, 
void, complete
wrapped up in, 
a iron shield
have you no heart to yield

For other men, 
they’re atmosphere
You...

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Lasagna, linguine, spaghetti, ravioli, macaroni too
Is there any pappardelle for me and for you?
Here is marinara sauce lavished on angel hair
Sure try to take a bite of my pasta if you dare.

Shrimp scampi, chicken, blackened salmon. Why not?
Bucatini, vermicelli and fettuccine hit the sweet spot
Chunky...

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Life is a ***** dats rite , make the ***** less bite , its us who lacks pride , Its us who drives ,remember bitches dun ride , so d pride can reduce d bites , and see who rides , Life can be in...

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