Purge Poems - Poems about Purge

... (Kafkaesque) All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt, A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt, Trumpeting flames reading Classics, wasted carcass......Read the rest...

..."I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... " Psalm 1:3 Anchored for now but watching the drift Bend down to reach what forever does shift Content in a moment, but mind always whirring ......Read the rest...

...My plate is always piled yet my fork has nothing on it, beamed up by sensory overload onto a different culinary planet. Please don’t think me rude for leaving most of each meal, it’s simply an ......Read the rest...

...Focus on His faithfulness, Especially His past acts. Respond with your faithfulness, For disloyalty subtracts. When lion and lioness Surround for deadly attacks, Determine to praise and bless......Read the rest...

... Thinking Out Loud 2 Miracle Man 4/12/2024 Each year is a chapter that remains to be written. Time is fleeting and by past events we’re oft smitten. Years will make up the book ......Read the rest...

...The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound......Read the rest...

...I'm seeing spontaneous combustion within the body of the masses Massive fires & eruptions quickly turn all things to ashes Social clashes come to heads in ways not seen with the eyes The purge......Read the rest...

... The same old feeling, Greets me once again, It’s weight has me stumbling, It fills me with disdain, How many times have I felt this pain? Why won’t I learn these lessons, No matter what I ......Read the rest...

...A bookshelf collecting dust to purge allergies is not a unique thing, but rather symbolic. The bookshelf can somehow tell more stories then the books in itself. The books originally queued waiting......Read the rest...

...Your words burped toxins. Like water, I quenched my thirst. A portion too hexed to gulp, I choked in travesty of devotion. My favourite promises are broken ones. My solace, found in empty wo......Read the rest...

... Dark clay breeds seeds of discontent, Broken cries fills eyes of swollen red, The field of dreams beyond my reach, My world of words the elected dead. It's time to unwalk this clouded dream......Read the rest...

...My love for you grew from a spark I saw you and you left your mark It started back some years ago A steady building, burning slow This notion that you were the wife The one I've searched for all......Read the rest...

...Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane- burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind persevered; untainted discovery by fooli......Read the rest...

...Let the wind blow and let’s see how far it will go. Let the wind blow and join me for the next half of the show. Let the wind blow and let it take you where you want to go. I just can’t get ove......Read the rest...

...There is sound of laughter in the air and the people have something profound to share, they are moving about in the street, and they are sharing something that is extremely deep. What is going on ......Read the rest...