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xmxrgxncy Nov 2016
Little girl.
Lamb?
Kitten?
Child.

Purple bows
and purple misty clouds
that sweetly alight
on purple mountains
and purple hopes
that climb high.

My purple little girl.
Purple- wisdom, extravagance, royalty

...my little princess.
Starting a series based on my friends because I need to thank them for all they've done for me.
For little Sam, my child, my tiny confidante. I'm more of a mother friend for her sometimes than a friend friend, but if that's what she needs, I'm there to give it to her. I love that child more than life and wish I could do more for her.
dear black bird
with a purple neck
your familiar chirp
cannot be heard
through this glass

- Kaya
Phim Aug 2016
She's a purple laffy taffy
Just a tiny bit snazzy
But not in the least bit ******
She's always got a joke
To lighten the mood
And maybe share a Coke
Though sometimes she's a difficult brand to be chewed
she's blunt
And doesn't bother putting up a front
Her wrapper makes you laugh
But her insides are just like a gaff
She's a rock in the cold light of day
But an ocean in the warm breeze of May
She is a mystery
With a long history
She doesn't always feel good enough
Because the other taffys are saying that's she's rough
But she's got her own thing going
Even without the other taffys knowing
So you can keep on throwing rocks
But one day
she's gonna knock off your socks
I love this girl.
Austin Bauer Aug 2016
8am-light is bursting through
My shades as I take my shower.
Once I dress myself, I reheat
The coffee my wife left me.
I step outside to be met by
The crisp air of waning summer.
Like every day, I notice the
Vibrant boa scarf of purple wildflowers
That adorn the shoulders of
Wheeler and Monitor.
The sky is not falling, and
It is true what has been said,
'The fear of something happening
Is worse than it actually happening.'
Quoting Jason Upton at the end of this poem.
She'll get bored with flowers and roses
So I'll give her something exotic
I've felt lonely and toxic
But she defines herself within logic
I can't dodge it
She's too magnificent for me
Not to gaze
And break all the haze
Around me
She just needs a tiara
Along with a purple dandelion
To represent that Minnesota blues
I have inside me
I want her to know
That my corrosion is in her hands
Make me one again
We fell into bed on an instance
No need for introductions
We left all of those behind
In the bar of inconveniences

As we fumbled in the words
"My place or yours ."
She reached into a pocket
Lined in purple satin promises
And handed me her keys
Sakshi Babar Jul 2016
Magenta:* like the dress
I wore on our very first date.
Hem, fluttering behind
The awe on your face, in your eyes,
Found something, I wouldn't now find.

Lavender: like the smell
You said intoxicated you.
Face buried deep in my neck
Eyes close, my hair tangled around,
At your fingers' call and beck.

Periwinkle: like the blue of your eyes
Shining like stars in dark.
Bright guides leading the way
Blinded, I followed till the end,
Now lost, even during the day.

Lilac: a single flower
"Because you're the only one"
Crowd isn't needed anymore.
My search ended on you,
Trying hard to be your one, two, three, four...

Amethyst: my birthstone I said
In between your laughter.
Waving it off as "all the *******"
We can't in stones, or lives, or signs find,
Something as simple as our hands' fit.

Violet: like the sky
At twilight that day.
Laying on our backs,
Reaching out with eyes, what cannot be with hands,
A lone cloud, drifting, with a silver crack.

Purple: like everything
I said and giggled.
My pendant, in all hues
The curtains, the pillows and the sheets,
Your shirt, my nails, the slight bruise.
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