Purple Poems | Examples of Purple Poetry

I can be a headache. A match lit at 1,000 degrees. I'm sorry I never meant you any harm. Even if I inflicted pain and made you bleed. Allow me to minister the band-aid to your arm. I believed in you to perform all of your glories We all as people have dreams within It sucks that this...

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It stands tall proudly pointing to the sky reaching high toward the sun with hints of purplish blue peeking through Buds open ever so gently cautious shy and humble unsure at first of their regal stature unaware of their innate majesty The iris parades its generous petals ample and graceful floating graciously with carefree elegance Poised amidst the garden the iris is remarkably unaware of its astonishing beauty...

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calm cool dark purple sooth smooth nice neat gentle touch cute white delight eyes...

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Do you have a poetic licence to park your pitiful purple prose (alliteratively he wrote) it even puts my poor feet to sleep and gives me painful coma toes (literally did he quote) And have you paid your syn tax to persist in paltry poetry (a non sequitur perhaps) as dabbling in sad scribbling is how your paean 'ppears to me (no storied scripts mere scraps) Before...

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The true dawn of dreams that lingers like twilight’s kiss. Luxury’s revels draped in a regal cloak’s hush. Crowned with velvet robes of night’s elegant embrace, with a mind and soul brushed in amethyst’s true grace. A whispered silence that softens nature’s mystique— the sweet wine of life savored at twilight’s last glow. A solitude hymn composed for an empress’s smile, like a meadow’s grin filling an ocean’s wide sigh....

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Silver sentiments of loves joys and pain Everything to loose everything to gain Violet voice shakes when you call my name Red heart waits in the purple rain Hands they read what eyes can’t see Braille book pleads come back to me Nothing in the world entices to eat Your passion is the only thing that feeds Purple rain dance drives insane Lovely romantic...

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Purple Easter bunny, with your jazzy ways Rainbow hair, and eggs painted in reds and grays Pastel colors are not your thing, I guess I hate to say this, but your hair is a mess...

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Purple Haze A melody maker. First song, Hey Joe. A left handed guitar player. Started in Harlem. Played songs like Muddy Water. The greatest guitar player. Died at 27. Always played high volume. Another song is Purple Haze. The Wind Cries Mary. Don’t forget Woodstock 1969. What a great life. He lived in London, England. ...

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The stained digit, a purpled declaration, a temporary badge of civic duty. A single press, a moment's commitment, indelible ink blooming on the forefinger, a mark that resists casual erasure. It speaks of participation, a voice cast into the collective hum, a small act with potential consequence. This purple smudge, a shared symbol across nations, a visual testament to a fragile democracy. It will fade, day by...

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Lilac breeze - carrying hopes of honey...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see, dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical, sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore! Her eyes sparkled with spiritual wisdom, lips trembled a whisper of secrets, She...

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"Tell me, Purple, do you envy your sisters? Do they envy you in the shy morning mist? " “Pink-Dawn and Day-Blue, both cheerful and pretty, paint the wide sky in sunlit visions. I bruise the clouds and make them weep with rain - to turn the grasses green. I envy them not, nor they me. We each take turns to paint the...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore! Her arms as tender...

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PURPLE Purple my soft moss seat in paradise amethyst crown purple so wise High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold has no need to compete with cool Countess whose court is neat but oh so cold ! What a sweet treat to see ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree she made an indigo way from leafy branch to loamy...

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"My dear fairy, for whom do you wait, that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?” Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched, Arms a-droop so queenly by folds of her skirt, Wings aloft as if they might drift off on a ray of sun Lo, the fairy turned...

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