Long Pure Poems
Long Pure Poems. Below are the most popular long Pure by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Pure poems by poem length and keyword.
F-ill your heart with joy,
E-cstasy and pure pleasure;
L-et great gladness lessen
Y-our anxiety and pressure.
C-ram your mind with mirth,
R-apture and excitement;
I-nteresting celebration
S-eems to be so nice event.
O-nce you're charged with joy,
L-ife of you becomes better;
O-pen your eyes to behold
G-ray clouds shall be
O-ver.
A-ugust eleventh early morn,
B-eautiful day has broken;
A-fter the night is gone,
S-ky's bright in seventh heaven.
T-housand thrill is placed
I-nside you, deep within;
L-et the priceless delight
L-ive in your heart so often.
A-side from the frown, loneliness cannot annoy;
S-imply because of euphoria, filling your heart with joy.
In my urban garden, a charming sight I see,
Wild turkeys roam, happy and carefree.
No inkling of worry, no impending alarm,
For the impending Turkey Day, no cause for harm.
Oh, how delightful to witness them so spry,
Unaware of the feasting day drawing nigh.
They're free and alive, in their own joyful way,
Thanksgiving, from our bushes, how they convey.
They peck and they wander, their feathers so bright,
A scene so serene, a pure, grateful sight.
No roasting pans here, no holiday fuss,
Just wild turkeys wandering, in nature's trust.
They teach us a lesson, in their quiet stroll,
To savor life's moments, to be in control.
Thanksgiving, not just on a single day's spread,
But in being carefree, alive, and well-fed.
So, here in my garden, among bushes they thrive,
Wild turkeys roam, and in peace, they arrive.
Thankful for life, for the freedom they strive,
Teaching joy in being, how to truly live.
Grace lights my heart and colors my soul in hues of serenity, feelings pure and gentle, dreams that are alive with tenderness – quote by poet
Flow soft through my veins
Rays of light, soft and vibrant
Whispering insight, pouring through me
Inviting my heart’s gratitude – so thankful
The colors of kindness and imagination
Free my soul from hurt and harm
Shower me with laughter and charm
Linger on feelings so kind and gentle
Pepper my thoughts in beautiful warmth
Sing to me of goodness and hope
Kiss my thoughts with forever promises
Enchanting words and prayers, psalms
Grown wise from the touch of passion
Melting away every tainted word, haunted
With mystery, intensity, feelings of scarlet
Breathe silence, stillness, across my spirit
Soothing my thoughts with compassion
Lifting away all the dirt and debris
Hostile, cruel and mean, darkness
Falling away with the spark of faith
Dewdrop images drench my naked skin
Racing to listen to poetry from within
Embraced by imaginations so inviting
Peaceful insights so brilliant and lively
Reminders that God’s voice births utopia
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
November 10, 2021
Theme word: Utopia
Inspiration personified,
magic twinkles in her eyes,
with a beautiful smile & creative soul,
she writes enchanting tales of dragons & trolls.
Looking great in all she wears
and always stylish with her hair,
she brightens life with her multi-colored air.
A doctor she could never be ....
her excellent penmanship is much too neat.
With others she is always friendly,
she never sees a glass half empty.
Original & generous,
her heart so pure & full of trust.
She's filled with faith & courageous strength.
Energetic, outgoing & fun,
she'll never leave a task undone.
She's loyal with her honesty,
kind and patient until the end.
Not only a loving mother ....
.... She's the truest of all friends.
Form:
I hold your tiny soft chubby hand
As we stroll barefoot on the sand
You chatter and giggle constantly
About what you have collected and what you see
You are sweet, innocent and pure of heart
Your little face an angelic work of art
Without pretence you speak your mind
No mean intention ,no thought unkind
You live only in each moment
No worries ,no baggage, no need for atonement
Your mind is clear not confused
Fresh, eager and ready to use
You only see life as black and white
Yes or no, good or bad, wrong or right
I wish you could stay this young and naive
And always view life as you presently perceive….
You are a blessing to this world.
You are a blessing in every way
By Michelle Morris
05/07/2024
Like the sun
You always shine
You are loved
A being divine
Like the sky
You reach the whole globe
You remind us all
To look up with hope
Like the water
You are pure and free
You remind us
To pursue our dreams
Like the flowers
You bloom so lovely
Always kind and
So warm and bubbly
Like the stars
You always shine
Even when it's darkest
You spark a light sublime
Like the Universe
You expand and grow
Like the love you show
To all you know
You are a blessing
In every way, every day
We love your soul
We love you always
© Michelle Morris, 2024
The Alchemy of Wandering Light
I watched through evening's eyelash a sky torn open in lead and wax,
I believed my wound repeated a song with no cure, no healing hand,
I wandered barefoot through the night's thorns, a shadow among shadows,
Carrying in my chest an old suffering, boundless, without end.
It seemed forgiveness slept in the myths of some fallen, faded god,
And my heart was a boulder shattered into a thousand silent mirrors,
A universe of ash and stillness, a womb that was never born,
An endless winter, somber, snowed under the ice of a wretched night.
But a ray broke through, pure mercury, through the crack in the abyss,
Like an electric shiver tearing the white silence of the snow,
A fragile truth, floating like the dream of a young angel,
Coming quietly toward the edges of the wound only you can see.
And the healing begins, slow, like a sonata in warm harmony,
New threads are spun from flesh, silk grown over scars of gold,
I walk this earth that knows me, my soles wandering through dreams,
Leaving behind the shadows melted into my own treasure.
There's so much sun in my chest, a grace flowing through my veins like a river of amber,
A new spring grows in my bones, flower beside flower,
What once was pain turns into a gift, into stardust,
And life, simple and immense, burns in me like a sea.
Now I look back only as at a dream lost in another life,
And I know the shadow was never my enemy, only a master of my light,
I carry in my eyes the blaze of a sun rising into morning,
And I walk barefoot through time, serene, toward the warm hollow of the rebel star.
Are we feeble form or are we fickle mind
or perhaps neither since both are doomed to die?
To discern the truth, we left concepts behind
and chose to plunge in the void and wingless fly.
In time, our soul’s eternal light we did find,
recognising life’s a dream and death a lie.
Thus when asked, what happens if we don’t exist,
we ask the questioner, what in dreams they missed.
We are pure consciousness, we are living light,
although for the moment, we are caged in form
but having seen the truth by spherical sight,
in the core of our soul, betwixt bliss beats warm,
knowing the truth, why would we now crouch in fright,
when all we need to do, is simply conform,
to whispers of love as impulsed by our heart,
as presence feels therein bliss ignition start?
One with God, inseparable from the whole,
the question then is, of wave versus ocean,
meaning that as we go about our life role,
mistaken we’re form, creating commotion,
which feature of the ocean does heart extol,
when it is the collective whole in motion?
There is in truth no one here, save an ego,
a bubble of illusion, we must forgo.
*
I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the sun and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
__________________________
January 25, 2017
Poetry/Shape/My Roots Are Deep
Copyright Protected, ID 01-868-807-25
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest ,Show Me Your Shape Contest
sponsor, Anthony Slausen, Judged 2017
Third Place
__________________________
Submitted to the Standard Contest, But Seriously Contest
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged
First Place
__________________________
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1053)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/17/2022
First Place
Your tricolor shivers have pierced through me, floral animal from dream and nightmare,
You appeared like that, as a truth of mine false, good in its pure evil.
From the lion's tail, the mouse's mouth,
you didn't have everything from nothing, from a bone whole and shattered,
frightening, gentle as a threat, poor, horse without bouquet,
wild stepping on a domestic and untamed plain,
undetermined, in a stain of silent and resounding scream,
a quiet storm, sky from thirst, the closeness of distance,
you, human, poison that also sanctifies itself in blasphemy,
quiet animal from old age, eternally living death,
you kissed me for the first time, recently, never,
sewing my wounds, the plain of resurrection from death,
of weeping from successful joys, ugly treasure...
your hair from curved and straight lines, chest to freeze...
Turmoil of darkness
Unravelings of dead stars, sails have filled me with emptiness then,
traitors of freedom, of pleasure, temporary and eternal fear,
in this summer, useless necessity, one real and imaginary,
with honey on both nostrils and a hot winter, cold as fire,
eternal passing one, serious joke, with single multiple luck,
and evil in moments of eternity, my beautiful ugliness planet,
direct road to make, outside your enveloping interior...
Broken mirror in whole
I am the least from all I have ever been in surplus,
your luminous shadow blinds me with its deep black light.
You, the perfect mistake of heaven,
you are my closest stranger,
my ugliest love, demonic and angelic beauty,
the carnivorous flower that loves through devouring,
your absent presence makes me disappear through appearance,
you are everything from nothing that becomes something from everything without nothing,
a death so alive it births dead lives in me,
the sweet bitter poison that heals me through poisoning...
you are my sweetest torture without pain and pleasure,
my last first encounter with the separation that unites us,
my coldest love, hot as burned ice...