Long Innocence Poems
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Great opportunities knock in that door
But I’m terrified to see masks on the floor
Everyone pick the pieces of their stains,
Dominantly horrible to see evil as it reigns.
I had a strange premonition when I saw things,
Greed and betrayal is the game that well clings.
To walk in a river where the current is too strong,
Wounds can be obvious as pain does prolong.
Drops of blood all over those years
This enormous saga take me to fears.
Innocence starts to reveal the untold.
An eye opener that will bring to unfold.
I have my sword but who shall I kill?
I’m in a battle without bunch of boor skill.
Don’t trust because it might be a trap.
Never see myself slobbered and slammed.
Dedication:
To God and Innocence
Today was a day born of imagery.
As if born from a child's dream.
The leaves were swirling, golden and crimson,
auburn and cream.
So scent treant, alive, it deemed.
The sound breezed softly,
churning whiskered branches.
Foliage and vibrations caught in their advances.
I may have woken up predisposed, expecting.
But it wasn't just me connecting to me.
Someone was directing, an Act III.
Something from my dreams attached itself and was
sentiently released in it's new world-blessed,
and met with it's liberator to walk a spell among
the trees and me and the stealthy nests.
In a visitation of a baptism and a dream
crossing over.
released, in roll
a reversal of momentary captivity scroll
of my mind's eye
in order to be ultimately freed.
As I walked there in the fragrances of the forest
amongst Life's Grove of Tree.
A girl with wings sassy slapped me as a walk-by.
A signature move that says for no particular reason.
"Hello."
Someone, put a warning sign on that attitude,
such rare earth and good to the soul to find.
A golden touch, out of the blue and filling
the clear expanse of my mind.
A random act from a stranger, that
equated to "hello brother I am meeting
for the first time.?"
'Just think,
eons from now as we look and talk of our Genesis.
Remember the beautiful day we first met.
A birthday for our relationship, albeit-
a landmark, well received, straight to the mark.
By more than a kindled Spirit.
But of a kindred Spirit with a flint and it's spark.
Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all
of you guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
The Rising Red sun
As like the charming moon and luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.
The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.
Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.
The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us MY god, My lord !!!!!
Wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi
Pink picnic blanket laid out on the grass
her dolls patiently sitting in a row
she pours the pretend soda in a glass
lays out the plates where plastic food will go.
She talks to them and plays some party games
one sided conversations to and fro,
addressing dogs and bears by their first names,
'till mother calls, then it is time to go.
No making oneself sick just to stay thin,
no mention of the need for losing weight
no peer pressure for spotless perfect skin,
no carnal lusting for her- that can wait.
Inside this precious bubble, all is fine
until she reaches adulthood- aged nine.
Image In The Mirror
I seemed to see him from afar
and watched as he grew nearer.
I read the signs deep in his eyes
this image in the mirror.
I saw the tracks of tears he cried
etched deep into his face.
I read the lines of troubled times
and things he can't erase.
I saw the weakness he revealed
his lip began to tremble.
I told myself about his strength
it could not fill a thimble.
It's then I felt I closed my eyes
and I could finally see.
All the things that he endured
I searched his memory.
I saw the dreams he used to dream,
he couldn't pay the cost.
Looking back so long ago
at innocence that's lost.
I felt the scars cut in his back
from times he was betrayed.
I sensed the battles he once fought
he didn't run, he stayed.
I opened up my eyes once more
some things are meant to be.
I found I'm stronger than I thought
the day that I found me.
Edwin C Hofert
A heartfelt tribute to Ukraine and its people,
and all other nations and their citizens, for patriotically defending
their motherland against tyranny and cruelty.
A Wish For Peace To Appease
It will be light soon, yet an upheaval devastates to extremes
Time sadly blanket bleakness on landscapes and of the living
Finding serenity missing, tears upon cheeks flow into ravines
A pledge corroded without a word, no whisper, nor a warning
Rippling wave of human despair triggered by war heightened
Fear inundated with rage the gleam of the sun cannot soothe
Battered fragments of hope palpable in the eye of the pained
In essence, dejection needing real salvation, remain resolute
Casualties in armed conflicts derails even the most tenacious
The innocence of youth deprived of innate maternal embrace
Ambiguity is a lingering reality to those in the midst of chaos
While peace seems elusive, a unifying force unveils the maze
To patriots needing to depose autocrat invading their country
Crafting silver bullets aimed at vile men flaunting supremacy
My heartened spirit stands alongside and honor their bravery
They will undeniably reclaim freedom with dignity, in victory!
10/10/2022
1:24 P.M.
Aboard cruise liner:
"Rhapsody of the Seas"
Athens, Greece
It's sad to see how the scales
Have been tipping to one side
Taking from the poor to give the rich,
more power over the poor
Cause they buying out justice
It's sad cause for the longest time
Justice was the one thing that couldn't be bought
But it's now turned that Ceasar too is cashing on
And that walls of justice have turned its ears
The other way listening to chimes of dimes
It's sad that an inoccent can be made guilty
And the guilty walks free
What does it say about good and bad?
What then will we teach our kids?
If we not taking to the same teachings we show them
It's sad that however much we try
There's always a blind eye
Being turned over pages of justice
So with this poem I hope to put in order the mess
In this society ropes as my pen hits the mace, to silence injustice
The PO£T
It was just past midnight. Another sleepless might. Wide awake, sifting through the memories, I felt an aching deep in my heart and soul. As I listened to the you tube playlist I had created for you.
First came Aaron Copeland's "Fanfare for the Common Man" not so common transitory reflection of what was your life. Sped quickly by in those last pain filled brief moments that still impact mine.
Play Evanescence "My Immortal" how ingrained was your life embraced by mine.
The unheard solemn cry of Terence Stamp singing Billy Joel's "Goodnight My Angel." It was here the tears did exude and inundate my eyes with sobbing whispers of our final goodbye.
The haunting melodies and words resounded a song sung with innocence by Libera and the hope to be held once more by "I Am the Day" followed hypnotically be Mary Fahl's "Going Home."
Let the songs play.
Let the tears flows.
Let your memory return.
Let me dream of what we had.
Let life continue although it be without you.
Close the book, end the poetry, let it rest as I give in.
Dan Schutte's "Here I Am Lord".
I feel indebted to my younger self-
ripe with creativity
passion bursting at her seams
she runs towards a sea of lost potential
not knowing what lies ahead
a present self longing for her past
the past running towards her ever bright future
what happens in that gap we call time
the laborious walk of an aging body
losing what kept her young
we live and we die and tell our story
but who keeps that dying flame alive
the ghost of my younger self doth protest
my dissipating ability to keep my soul alive
as my mind morphs into others
and our individuality gets lost in the 9 to 5
but who will tell little me
that her birthday candle wishes aren’t real
and the colors she sees aren’t really that bright
or that mommy’s kisses don’t really make her boo boos better
So maybe I can grant her another day
and let her bask in the rays of the innocence we once all had
for there’s no harm in giving time to the one who once had it all
while mine quietly melts away
lost in the seams of my old pink tutu
and the nighttime stories that lulled me goodnight
And worst of all, I know I am indebted
to a girl I will never pay back.
For if time is money, I’ve lost it all—
and gambled it to a game
that never much liked me anyway.
I was beautiful child
Beautiful and so kind
When all I had was just mine
When I had a clearer mind
When no-one could fake a smile
When war was still very far
When I had non of these scars
I was beautiful child
Beautiful and so kind
When I had nothing to fear
When my conscience was still clear
When I had no pain to bare
When all those I loved were near
And only positive things I could hear
I was beautiful child
Beautiful and so kind
You could see innocence in my face
I knew when love was just fake
When life was never compromised
Was never at stake
When my heart was a specal, warm
place
I was beautiful child
Beautiful and so kind
I was beautiful child
Beautiful inside out!
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