Best Innocense Poems
I wonder, have we come to the end?
The world in chaos, in downward trend.
Is this all of our beautiful tale?
There's magic to ponder and regale.
Icarus led us so close we burned?
That's a lesson needing to be learned.
Is innocence tossed on ships of hate?
Temptation lingers beyond truth's gate.
Is majesty wondered or turned frail?
That's found in all, large and tiny-scale.
is a place found for wild in our world?
There's hidden magic in manes unfurled.
Imagining, where is beauty found?
The sunsets, stars, gentle evening's sound
Is life an illusion and then gone?
Trust in your heart, find forever's song.
Is earth to survive the tempest's wave?
That's on our shoulders to try to save.
August 23, 2022
For Dot Your I's and Cross Your T's Contest
by Hilo Poet
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ah yes so sweet the tender heat,
the blazing inbuilt fire,
estacy like popcorn sweet,
engulfs us with desire...
Don Johnson 19-july-11
love was sweet but in the past,
loving thoughts of other times,
never thought i'd be alone,
solo, single, doin my time.
Don
Garden paradise
Brushstroke vision of Eden
innocense lost
For Timothy Lee
The soulful whisper of love’s promise bore an
enthused mood when it softly clued me love assured.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak
soothing assurances I innocently absorbed as honest
but I was only nine when those promise words occurred.
Decades hence, I have ridden attractions to passions
that proved to be romantic cons dressed in love’s
fashions. Such snagged me in years of love commitment
stress battles that dysfunction ultimately throttled. I was
left with only brutal pains, numb dreams and traumatic
regrets as darkly grey stretched by threats of lonely.
Then came your engaging grin and blue-eyed smile.
Any thought of charade vanished when you displayed
such a steadfast pursuit that my cynical came loose.
Our soul’s mirrored love has long shown soulmate impacts
as proof love’s whispered promise was truth, solidly exact.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak -
'he will have a three-letter name' - I never forgot that share.
O faded moment sand swaddled, a child
Inviolate as the sun, bare to the skin
Nature festive in glee, waves roaring wild
Nothing molesting thought to imply sin
Overtures of praise all grown up to win
Cradled in form of figure muscle carved
Exciting the love undraped eyeballs starved
Naked ***** in the sea's shadow hung
Sensitive and shy, drying clothes wharved
Emitted semen of light, life fills my lung.
Clotheless I, on that beach all day drying
Emerald waters lapping the desire of toes
Latent as the dream for home is pining
Erect and firm in heart's triumph and woes
Beauty in the blackness appeases its foes
Revealing all: faultless skin, faultless soul
Athletic, a tall motion to behold
Touch with her imagination, my skin
Emits a sheen that shudders some like gold
Drain my smile to dregs, I was born to win.
That seed from the sperm
Germinates from the soil of the womb in its term
Till time is up, the seed remains calm and fragile
The nurturing and maturing outburst it into stem and leaves so fragile
In innocence and cry, springs the young to this unknown mystery
At that point or even before, the choice is not in your hands in the disarray
In this disarray, if the young plant is favored, the leaves groom greener
With the strong stem upheld by the sperm provider
And feeding from a root source of the womb bearer
If fortunate, the youth now needs to make use of the serene condition to shoot flower
Here the plant needs to put up much of effort to utilize the opportunity
Unfortunate plants are like plantain sucker planted by the wayside
Which due to wear and tear never prospers and dies in wretchedness
Or bare flowers that are soon blown away by the windy wayward winds
For its fruits, forget it!
Fortunate are the plants that shut out flowers
So beautiful and colourful with the wish of lasting forever
That questionable matter of long struggling to understand eternity
Oh eternity our wishful partner but enemy with that shroud of darkness over you
The beauty of flower soon fades and browns if not blown away
The flower with no beauty, sweet scent and exposer
No bee will fed it with pollens;
The pollens that when received begins the success journey
Fading and browning till it generates fruits
Like caterpillar processing into a butterfly
The flower has to shrink into a dark pupa
Then the flower flourishes into its fruit
The fruit is what beholds the plant
The beauty of the flower is long gone
As the fruit surfaces
If the fruit is sour or bitter
With no benefit of even quenching a thirst
The beauty and the resilience of the flower cannot be remembered
The flower that bore good fruit will forever be remembered
And here eternity becomes a partner indeed
For the flower is captured in the archives,
No matter how ugly the flower looked.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
With innocent bewilderment
she surveyed her new abode
midst warm welcome of strangers
introducing themselves with sweet assurance
asserting, “We are your family --- starting today.”
Such captivating innocence
would soon grip my heart
when she candidly confronted me
with this question I found it hard to explain to a six year old…
“Why are you now my Mommy; why so?”
Illumining her innocence with truth I prayed to impart
my soul reached out to her, cognizant of her status
as one among our orphanage residents...
I knew then --- she felt my care, and that of my fellow staff
along our reverberating, “We love you;
yet God loves you so much to bring you here.”
Her innocence vis-à-vis home verities has been enlightened
through pieces of life realities along Scriptural precepts:
her exposure to relationship-fragments
as well as her tastes of togetherness-crumbs
enabling her not to be ignorant about genuine family essence…
In her Senior High graduation* testimonial speech
she jubilantly expressed:
“I thank God for granting me a family**
through the Orphanage…”
Meeting her teary eyes
revealing her gratefulness
my vision with faith’s lens
beholds her --- as a precious blessing
the Lord is perfecting by His workmanship.
*Graduation ceremony was on August 31, 2020.
**Psalm 68:6 God setteth the solitary in families…
September 1, 2020
2nd place, "All The Little Pieces" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/3/2020.
Adult days keep rolling faster.
We attribute this to aging,
but it’s routine, firm as plaster,
that induces each years fading.
Adult responsibility
eliminates most mystery.
We don’t absorb what happens next
when we’ve memorized each day’s text.
But there is the joy of fireworks,
those spontaneous dreamworks,
where our free inner child still lurks
and adult brains forego their works.
We find awe, glee and excitement
are not feelings left behind us.
Vibrant bursts grow our amazement,
color pops our gushing gazement.
The joy in all we do not know
(what follows next, when will it end),
gives grown senses a childlike glow
and then, oh yes, then, time does bend.
Men choose to live, and innocense is man's alone;
Who chooses not to live, let him his guilt atone.
I choose to think, and that's first seed of innocense.
I choose to act, and that's my innocense come true.
I choose to act for me, and that is innocent sense;
I choose my joy, entirely innocent straight through.
The things outside of man---all nature and all beasts,
Aren't pure; morality for them does not exist.
I have no guilt for using earth or changing it;
It has no innocense to mar, can care no wit.
For innocense, it came to being within man,
And only man can lift it up where it began;
Can raise, and keep it brave, by strength of selfish choice.
Fair innocense would die without a human voice.
So, you who guilty feel for using earth so well---
For making cars and building malls to buy and sell,
Who guilty feel for businesses that make you proud,
Say "No" inside your mind, then shout it loud,
"I choose to live, and innocense is mine alone!
Who chooses not to live, let him his guilt atone!"
A boy looked in a river free
God has been merciful to me
His shimmering twin did he see
God has been merciful to me
With life, it said “Greetings Mani”
God has been merciful to me
I saw the saving mystery
God has been merciful to me
THE MORTAL DILEMMA OF FAIRY TALES AND FIRE FLIES
(Brandon, the world
depends on the existence of fairy tales and fire flies,
the simple kindness towards lesser things,
the magnanimity, the compassion
of not taking life simply because you can.)
Out playing with my son
in the day-dwindled dark
among the autumn leaves,
an enshrined firefly
cupped in the apse of my palm,
I stoop closer to show him
its brief luminosity like an halo,
a prayer candle in the breeze
its flame, flickering
in the grotto of my hands.
Suddenly, a swipe of the hand,
and the fall begins
with a child's first cruelty
and here we stand, guilty
by the depth of your stroke
that felled a star and made the sky dark
but for the full moons of your eyes
What shall I say to you now,
that you are only two
and your years thus far
have been but the calculation
of constants
like your parents, fixed planets,
fingering the flora of your golden hair
as they revolved about you.
This is the father’s dilemma,
whether to dispel as rumour
the faith in fairy tales and fire flies
to head off the terror
of learning on your own
that the world has no morals,
nature no ethics
steel you for a life of brutality
make you a bully,
Or nurture that spark of gentlenesss
as your jaw drops
at the that last spot of phosphor on your shoe,
and the glow of a firefly
dissapearing beneath the blades
like the sun going down on us both.
It is the end of the day, summer,
and the innocence of your ways.
John Tansey
(Free Verse)
I am doomed here, weeping in blackness born
Finding my way through this dusty threshold
Heart is bleeding and...torn.
This love so betrayed
A surreal abyss,
Thrown away fade
Yet I wish for
Your warmth so alive more
I am dying here, weeping in blackness doomed
Falling through this darkened tomb,
Heart so empty and bleak consumed
This heart so betrayed,
A deathly void
Forgotten laid
Yet I wish for
Your lips so warm... more
I am chained here, lost in the night,
Thirsting through this evil emptiness,
Heart so black and ...bleak alight
This darkness so stricken,
A red void,
Forgotten...quicken
Yet I wish for
Your blood so warm and...alive more...
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
December,12,2014
PLEASE!..... Dont touch me, dont touch me.
Just go away.
I hate you, i hate you.
Now i'll never be the same.
I trusted you, i trusted you.
How could you do this?
The pain, the pain.
Of being put through this.
Why me?, why me?
Is it something i cant see?.....
No one knows, no one knows.......
What happened to me.
It starts with a quivering lip
threads a touch from patches
to little swatches of fabric from
various phases various places of us
the first shirt you gave me
off your very back
was gray with a cartoon face
the hat from your kinky head black
and I use a piece of that
the jeans that romanticized everything
on that patch you asked
me to be your destiny
and on this very cloth
relic of the day we lost emotional innocence
the day we became familiar
it is peculiar we made love but never had sex
without emancipating clothing
we made love like a quilt
and it was my first strawberry passion.
9 june 2012 5:38 pm
Preciouse is the smile
of an innocent child
Sweet is the melody
of a childs giggles set free
The innocent and care free years
should be sweetest and not filled with tears
Yet so many children only know
abuse and fear and hunger as they grow