Pure Poems - Poems about Pure

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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strangers alone in a foreign land two outsiders free floating on a barge adrift without connection in a bubble outside their world swept by the currents and the tides they manage to find each other all remains pure and lacks complication where lines are clearly drawn this way depth of friendship never sours Inspired by movie “Lost in Translation” AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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I Just want what my pure soul dreams of, not what my poor body desires...

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People ask as they wonder, what holds you? Is it fear? Is it doubt? Is it distrust? or is it all or neither? A flower is brought into this world amidst chaos unknowingly what it may encounter yet it remains pure. Confined by discourtesy trickled by irregularities lured by fallacies yet stands still as nature's gift as it shimmers brightly....

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Sip from a chipped teacup, the glass is still half full. A grin frowns upside down framed by two twinkling eyes. Her brilliance lights this town. Sip from a chipped teacup, just turn the rim around. Press on and work it out, beauty and bold en force. Pure gold in a blackout. Sip from a chipped teacup, no need for something new. When it’s...

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