Pure Poems - Poems about Pure

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...

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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...

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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....

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in my heart dwells true love never hate it shines bright like sweet smiles that melt hearts it reflects pure and clear spreading joy...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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when hearts beat together cozy home's pure pleasure change the tempo, however love-nest's bereft of feathers ...

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happiness is F—R—E—E when shared                             t                                         h                                                  r                                                      o                                                         u                                                            g ...

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L-et U-s Z-estfully T-hink A-bout N-othing ©bfa052525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Luz M. Tan) ...

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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...

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

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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...

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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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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...

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