Best Loss Of Innocence Poems
I remember…
Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
Summer night
I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words
And you…
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
Into adolescence
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest
Of those waves
That came softly
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down
In utter silence
Author: Elaine George
Written: June, 2014
Fragrant flower, Jasmine infused,
the evening breathes comic book laughter,
colors white and green and yellow.
Our heroes, our saviors in bold of
twilight blue and mud red ocher.
Perfume fingers stretch forth on evening breeze
searching for that champion
only to find, beneath primary hues,
a miriad of diffuse pastel hides
beneath balloon exclamations,
our vain attempt to save us from ourselves.
04/22/18
As I was walking late one night along a downtown street
I came upon a sad, sad sight that led to hope’s deplete.
The painted ladies paced the night in black stiletto heels,
and searched beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
Along the row of sleezy bars and smoke filled cabarets
where lonely men forget their scars and drown their woes away;
there walked a girl so innocent, so gentle, meek, and mild;
the pains of life lay imminent before this virgin child.
She left her home and came out west, from Kansas I believe;
the search for stardom was her quest; she thought she could achieve.
Her dream be famous and be seen, a movie star to be;
to see her face upon the screen and name up on marquee.
But fame is such a fickle friend, and always out of reach;
when lost, her life did soon descend and innocence impeach.
Like those who came before her found, to make ends meet somehow,
you had to compromise your ground, give up, give in, and now
she’s doomed to always walk the night in black stiletto heels,
and search beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
And this, my story thus concludes a tale of childhood lost;
for most the quest for fame eludes, and comes at such a cost.
April 30, 2018
The Loss of Innocence
At a school sports day I was running 60 metres,
I wanted so very much to win, could taste blood
didn´t quite make it but got a bronze medal,
which I wore on my lapel with pride.
When I joined the merchant navy and when going ashore
I wore it too; no one else had a medal like me.
Girls in bars admired it and wanted to know why I had
such a splendid medal. I could not tell the mundane truth
being a compulsive story teller I spun a tale.
Alas, women are destroyers of young men’s pride they want
to possess what they can´t have.
It was in Le Havre I met my downfall, she promised me
heavenly delight for the medal, and I succumbed; the delight
lasted a few minutes and my medal was forever lost.
Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…
Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…
A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…
The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…
As still so much is lost by all...
(TWENTYNET - 60s)
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
Fab four
Psychedelic colors
LSD powered yellow submarine
Ragas and flower children
Great Society
Female Liberation
Black Power
San Francisco
State of innocence - Garden of Eden
Shake off shackles of this earth
Space race
Gagarin Armstrong
Ask not what you can do
With a man on the moon
Ask rather what happened to Camelot
And the limitless power of illusion
Serpent’s destruction of dreams
Khe-Sanh state of siege
Detroit burning
Disunited states
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Written by Sydney Peck
for Nette Onclaud’s contest MAGIC OF DECADE'S MOOD
TWENTYNET - 60 s
A duck slowly paddles across the still water,
Disturbing the reflection of brooding storm clouds
Above. The pond sits close to the top of the ridge;
Precisely round, there are no streams entering or
Leaving to explain its presence. Cold wind keens
Through the mis-shapen trees nearby; the thin sound
Is haunting, a threnody played by a distant piper.
A gust catches the loose board on a ruined farmhouse,
The sudden bang provoking a startled shiver.
Splashing rain against the cheek awakens dormant
Memories, and the landscape turns barren, a
Wasteland, the pond revealed as a smoking crater.
Vision clears. In the distance, a red poppy marks
Where the defiant piper fell, his lament for himself.
What should we do if we are ethically lazy?
A blind leads a blind; all are crazy.
Our hearts shrank despite our wisdom.
My soul slipped from love to schism.
Who are the enigmas in our own reflection?
A chilly heart prevents affection.
Why is it so stark as Gothic inner strife?
while a few are weird and odd in daily life.
We're puzzled, determined, and upset.
It implies those who have been beset.
We don't recognize the culture or people.
Our hearts and minds die like an easel.
Yet, being nightly, they long for daylight.
We make flaws, yet we want to be right.
Despite my best efforts, I feel very insipid.
Yet, having a proud spirit, this man is frigid.
My spirit is hit by the loss of innocence.
I'm still here, sipping my coffee fragrance.
We must fight the urge to feel remorseful.
Since my origins, I have been resourceful.
What remains inside is only pain and humor.
The unique items left are tears and banter.
The unmistakable variable in the universe
Never has my dilemma felt so full of promise.
Your lack of light scares you behind.
My bad spirit brightens my mind.
within the shrine's mystical confines.
I dwell on the ossuaries of my brain's design.
Written: August 20, 2022
So many years ago
My innocent eyes saw too much
Loss of innocence
With just one touch
Fleeing to shelters
Watching as my mom get's choked
Got older
Tired of being broke
No more straight A's
All I could see was money
Because I thought things would get better at home
Willing to do anything
Even bust on people unknown
Lies, deception, and manipulation was apart of me
No more going to church
Seems like everything around me
Is filled with pain and hurt
It hurts
When your homeboy get's gun down
Seems like you get used to it
When there's nothing but death around
Not trying to end up like them
But wouldn't hurt to leave
Praying for my soul
As I look up and on my knees.
Insidious knowledge
creeps under blanket ignorance,
wisdom comes of age.
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Date: 04 / 02 / 2017
I wake up screaming.
He's on top of me.
I'm naked and cold...
This is agony.
We were just getting high!
It was supposed to be fun!
Now I try to fight him off,
so I can run.
His hand covers my mouth.
He's stronger than me.
Oh God, it hurts!
I can't breath and I'm scared.
He's hurting my butt,
and pulling my hair.
I bite his hand,
and fight him off me.
Oh God, thank you!
I'm finally free!
Now just to deal with the fact
that he lives with me...
A happy childhood
the joy of discovery
shattered on the day
she turned thirteen
when her father's
love for her changed
took on an ugly face
No longer innocent
No longer clean
The dark secret now
kept to herself
His words of love
no longer held
the ring of truth
Feelings of dread
at each day's end
Feeling anger
Feeling shame
Feeling hurt that
he no longer loved
her as a daughter
not in the way a
father should love
Her love for him
tarnished forever
She lost her confidence
She lost her self respect
She lost her daddy
Innocence beyond recall
she no longer trusted
One day you said you would be leaving
You would go away like you always had planned
I was just a foolish bystander to not understand
The pain of all silly games we played
I know I had you deep inside somewhere
Where we still played and would hide
I know I had you forever embedded somewhere in my soul
Then you were gone
I felt as if the earth started to shake
An earthquake is it what caused this fragile heart to break?
Or was it simply the loss of our innocence
We were no longer young
Where it seemed life with you would always go on
Now we have grown to many ways
To desperate to stay where we are standing now
So you packed and left
I felt as if I was knocking on Hell's door
Give me all the pain
I deserve more
Yet angels still do whisper in my ear from time to time
Let it go
Happiness can’t be bought or taken
It is what it is when we feel ourselves no longer broken
Even with the loss of innocence
Cruelty danced 'cross his stencilled mustache
Sparks of Evil flashed from his roving eye
A wicked Sneer curled 'round his too-thin lips
His fingers like claws bespoke a master spy
Trench-coat pulled tight 'gainst the pounding rain
Stealthy his gait down the dark narrow lane
Alas! Two bullets lodged in his fiendish heart
Real life's not Hollywood, Mr. Humphrey Bogart
The impulsive and wandering butterfly
was tempted by the candle’s flare
that burnt her wings
when she got close
and sent her falling through the air
She laid scorched up on the floor
her fragile wings would work no more
Tears ran from her swimming eyes
because her little wings were fried.
oh demon light
that I did seek
how you deceive
the brave and meek
who ought to know
a brilliant hallows
from the glare
of dirty tallows