Pearl Poems - Poems about Pearl

Deep down inside her earthen throat God fashioned a pearled railroad... Her freight train soul gifted the world a bouquet of thorns and blue hearted roses. An existence of devilish fire and heavenly rain Shot glasses of needles and stem rose champagne. ...

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Heavy is the head that holds the crown I desire to be his purple peace When the world is beating him down May he know he can come to me I’ll kiss away your turquoise tears And block all the negativity Together we will face white fears And create consistent chocolate peace The heart of a man is a priceless Pearl That...

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Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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Pearl Waters No shoes Two souls flying parallel Just bare foot in the sand Pearl waters fluent Souls running free Sky indigo glowing Silver ripples amazed Zenith mesmerized Celestial emerald lands divided Open winds collide Your the one who stands beside me Grow old together heavenly Take in the moment No one can ever replace...

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Matthew 13:46 “Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.” secreted, within in my innermost life where the best stories start is a lifetime – of memories and grace, joys that will never replace the music that settles here, reassuring and soothing inspiring me to believe in the beautiful sound of hope...

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A burdened mind strolls an empty street A pendulum in vacuum forever swings. A soulless me finds solace in suffering, A bankrupt balance my life ledger brings. Discovering depths from a wishing well It's not a straight life, but an intricate maze. I take the outline of the empty square and patiently paint colours, blending glaze. A meadow full of roses...no...

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there is a squirrel named Earl who came out of his nest in a burl it was said one day he went out to play and found something better than pearls ...

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In the deep silence of the evening, I remember her needs hidden like a pearl in the shell of time, the same as yours and mine, never forgotten, never postponed by the wind of oblivion, a dream that blooms like a flower of light at dawn, carrying promises of infinity and hope, a desk where ideas take wing...

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If Pearl misbehaves throws fits, rants and raves What of the parents who raise her If Johnny can’t read or do simple math What of his teachers who instruct him ...

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Written By: D. Collins 3/27/25 Find what comes easy and keep doing it. Move it to the top of your to-do list. Nourish it along with some passion and zest. Before long, you might rate as one of the best. Inject some soul into it and really cut loose. Let your talent bling like some spit-shined boots. Constantly polish that gift...

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Someone has said that every generation Has its golden lipstick era Philippines is not like that It's always beautiful and stunning A special beauty for all ages Glittering golden beaches Somewhere in every island corner Of thousands islets in the Philippines More so its unique lineage genealogy From the primitives to the occupants Conglomerating all races into one Making the brown...

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"You left footprints on my heart that can never be erased." - Unknown **************************************************************** ...

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I feel my skin opening, like an oyster revealing its fragile pearl, The sweet cocoon of sixteen years has cracked, releasing the sour butterflies of seventeen, "Sour" seems the right word, the natural opposite of the sweet dream that has shattered, I ponder this change as the February sunbeams seep into my soul, Flooding my beating heart with their...

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O lady, banish my monochrome days and weave your coppery threads into a dim red florescence of coyote words; There you stand draped in beige chiffon against the Tomistic piety of a striptease sea continuously playing with creamy pastels, O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs and licentious cats with that Guerlain je-ne-sais-quoi witchery of your vanilla perfume darts; throw a rain-soaked dusty rose like...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti The lawless bandits or God-awful devils...

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