Make Pure Poems - Poems about Make Pure

If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn

If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal

Pure Intentions

Speaking for a while to a person is a quest that becomes more than a completion.
It becomes the words between friends and then the quest is updated.
At this point the words become the words of relatives and then possibly more than just that!
Well, in the beginning my intention was to garner a friendship and then

Only fair it ended all square

Even sagacious tribes of loquacious scribes fail to describe the goodness gracious..bodacious..outrageous..tenacious..courageous vibes from both sides
Flush with the lush lexicon repository in the plush oratory laboratory hard not to plump for a heavenly hush…then a rush of hagiography gush..for the artistry and mastery..rhapsody..epiphany..melody and symphony of this sumptuous..rambunctious unctuous Test tapestry 
Primal tribal rivals…Benball versus

Polly Pure Paint

Polly Pure Paint was a painter cat with rainbow eyes.
She loved acrylics and watercolors, she had so many supplies.
Her studio was full of glitter paints and copper cogs and wheels too.
She had a steampunk side, that embodied her art through and through.

Heartfelt

in my heart
dwells true love
never hate

it shines bright
like sweet smiles
that melt hearts

it reflects
pure and clear
spreading joy

Filled by the Holy Spirit

My soul is lifted out of my mind.
In its stead—
filled by the Holy Spirit,
guided in silence by its breath...
like an angry wind held still
above a river born of crashing falls,
with a tooth that grinds iniquities,
and a sacred flame
that cooks the soul, the mind, the spirit—
to perfection...
for the baptism of old me 
to become a whole

Pure Imagination And Fantasy

There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision 
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television

One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked 
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked

Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty

On a sliver of light, a pure dream settles, like a veil of whispers floating through time

On a sliver of light, a pure dream settles, like a veil of whispers floating through time,
Leaving behind a tender shiver in the heart of the evening, when silences bow in prayer.
Hope is reborn from the ashes of memories, like an unbeaten longing in the trembling heart,
Heavy shadows dissolve in my silent gaze, and an

Pure Pleasure

     when hearts beat together
         cozy home's pure pleasure

      change the tempo, however
         love-nest's bereft of feathers

Hiku: happiness is free

happiness is F—R—E—E
when shared
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Pure Contemplation

L-et
U-s
Z-estfully

T-hink
A-bout
N-othing

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Luz M. Tan)

PURE LOVE

Love is as pure and white as the first snow. 
It is so clean and pure, it makes us feel like we want to soar into the sky, flying high like our love makes us feel. 
Love is always near to our mind, making us feel comfort all the time. 
Love is never mean, and

Pure Spring

Beneath clouds, spring regales
studded with floral drops
rustic this landscape,
a sweep that brims with purity.

Contest by Line Gauthier

God Made Them All

All things great and small 
He made them all
God made them all
Those lives that are secure
Like a heart that is so pure
He made them all
God made them all
For salvation for the least
He gives them all a great peace
He made them all
God made them all
When you're in the valleys low
And you don't know where to go
He

Crayon Box Dreams

As a child, colors weave the way I dream,
Then what I feel and how I perceive.
My humming voice a dandelion stream.
Carnation pink, fairytales I used to believe.

As I grow my color palette shifts,
From rainbow of softness to only neutral gray.
I wear black heels, prepare neon gifts
For dinner parties I have to stay.

Sometimes I remember, how

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