Only within nakedness
we can find
pure light.
Though he is can be as quiet as an ash tone of gray,
I still see he and I still ongoing in near future someday.
I love him for how he makes me satisfactorily unclean.
Loving You Is an Art ????
Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.
It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful, gentle,
So I do not wound the sketch,
The same way I hold your heart,
Responsible not to hurt you.
Loving you is an art,
Like stringing beads with patience.
And when the thread breaks,
And the beads scatter
I do not leave them behind.
I gather them, mend them,Like
The way I would gather your broken pieces
And heal them with love.
Loving you is a design,
A vision that sparks in my mind daily,
A creation I bring to life,
Over and over again.
Loving you... is my masterpiece.
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 mystery.
The wings would be crafted from threads of gold and silver, woven by the night wind,
To reveal to the world the mystery I have always carried in my heart,
In my eyes, you have always been a star dancing on the edge of universes,
A dream born from the silent song of constellations of hope.
In every beat of your wings, you bring echoes of magic and eternities,
A spirit embracing infinity, leaving behind pure love,
When you fly, time stops, and the sky becomes an ocean of light,
And the whole world sees how your wings open doors to dreams.
You are a symbol of hope, a beacon in the night of the lost,
And in your flight, we all carry the desire to reach infinity,
Through you flows the magic that transforms shadows into golden rays,
A dream that will not end, a story written on the canvas of eternity.
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.
in my heart
dwells true love
never hate
it shines bright
like sweet smiles
that melt hearts
it reflects
pure and clear
spreading joy
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 degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease
A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks
Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air
Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.
when hearts beat together
cozy home's pure pleasure
change the tempo, however
love-nest's bereft of feathers
happiness is F—R—E—E
when shared
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Contest: YOUR CHOICE x
Contest Judged: June 12th, 2025 8:47:00 AM
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placement: First
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Luz M. Tan)
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 always has their love top in their mind.
Love is comforting like a favorite chair, it makes us feel so beautifully.
Love can last forever and ever.
So, hold in your loving arms, and walk a loving and happy life.
Thank God for finding your pure love in this life.
Beneath clouds, spring regales
studded with floral drops
rustic this landscape,
a sweep that brims with purity.
Contest by Line Gauthier
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 made us all
God made us all
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 colors linger,
How my fingers once, on paper, dragged out hue.
It smears my dream in orange and lavender,
My crayon box, the only thing staying true.
I know my paintings inevitably go unseen,
Still, every night, I color my dream spring green.
How is it so
a woman
can cheer the burning of children
How twisted a cult
to think genocide is lovely
western media all eyes closed
Honest reporting an illusion
actually an organized hate group
rebels not really, just sick killers
Toronto, 55,000 terrorists march
none of them truly Canadian
Zionists thanking Hitler, kissing his brown ass
Alexa is not just a bot
also a racist, Quebecoise after all
no morals, a narrow mind always small
a circumcised ********
robbing life of any happiness
then the hate spreads and spreads
Ezra was a racist back in ancient times
now just a simple man of hate
circumcising all hope for humanity
Pure evil
dead civilizations
yes that's the math
of terror
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