Best Naive Poems
N ever believes people can be back stabbers
A ppeals for honesty where none exists
I nvites in without a background check
V ulnerable when being openhearted
E xpects people to reciprocate in kind
That’s who I am…..
For Andrea's Acrostic Contest
September 7, 2013
To ALL those
who think
their thinking
will understand
life and love,
war and peace,
hate and forgiveness,
good and evil,
hell and heaven...
To the intellectuals
who loudly declare
hope an illusion,
belief delusion,
religion refuge
for fools, and
science to be
the only true god...
To the socialists
and communists and
all progressive people
who are certain
humanity's makeover
is just within reach,
perfection awaits
only correct ideology,
with justice, fairness,
equality for all...
(as long as it's
done their way).
To the materialists
who are bold and brave,
seeing death as extinction,
life as meaningless,
so proud, so very proud
that they, and only they
know the truth:
what you see is
what you get...
A toast to all the naive,
who see but are blind,
hear but are deaf,
feel but are so insensate
of life's Spirit,
they live like mice
in a magnificent palace...
How many layers should you peel off an onion?
I often stomp in the salad
yes, until it is inedible
In confidence _ to risk
Trust must always lie with the bottom up
The gears are spinning
Call me naive
I believe ... until proven otherwise
I let an opportunist within my circle of trust
He slipped a rufi in my wine
I was too naïve to question
my sudden lapse of memory
I tremble at what might have been
I was like putty in his hands
it happened so easily
I was so naïve
My destiny was in the hands of
someone who could not be trusted
my luck hanging on a string
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
In the still of dawn, tears fall, heartbroken
Sorrows murmur of the past’s distant dread
Words won’t come and the fear goes unspoken
As my soul seeks, unsure of what’s ahead
My mind wanders to light I can soak in
Knowing my soul will read those things unsaid
Singing grace through the night’s quiet shadows
And tears play in the verses I compose
In the silence, where wind reflects Fall’s praise
Blows gentle rhythms of faith, hope and love
Praying to the One who’ll always amaze
When He’s with me, there comes peace like a dove
There is music in the warmth of His gaze
Singing grace that will lead to heaven above
Whatever comes, despite the worst I’ve known
He promised me I’ll never be alone
In the breath of kindness that comes from Him
I’m sure that this love is His greatest gift
This is love that will last, it’ll never dim
It prepares me for the light who’s adrift
Seeking from me, this praise so like a hymn
In the air, grace and wonder come so swift
Because I know Him who blesses my soul
With Him, there’s a promise I’ll be made whole.
Chose a Title; Naïve Faith, Sponsor – Edward Ibeh – 8-27-25
Naïve synonyms: callow, guileless, innocent, pure, genuine, honest, simple, sincere
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Naïve Faith
Callow faith walks with wide eyes
In playgrounds littered with stark cunning
When adorned innocence
Seeks to soar where angels fly
Not blinded by fool’s gold
Nor looted by evil’s glittery tinsel
Or minds darkened by drugs of ebony
That plagiarizes honesty
With rationalized temptations
In ravished glamour.
Artless faith, clothed by incorruptible purity,
Shivers when simplicity senses
A wrinkle in infinity -
Guileless belief skirts gullible’s traps
Clothed in a gift of sight.
When beastly motives
Try to sideswipe honesty
With glitz and jewels of paste
Dangling shiny promises with dark underbellies
Naive faith, clothed in discernment,
Sees with candid clarity.
The rose still blooms despite attacks
By mold or mildewed rust
The sun still wakes the dawn
Even when eclipsed
Crowned by a faultless corona
As stars refuse to enter black holes
Faith embraces the innocent.
Pure, a virgin
Smelling of light,
Softest light,
Playing on shadows,
Hovering on the pines,
Inspiring, stirring,
Hoping…
Life mellows,
As the sun softens
The heart, the soul
Lays dazzled,
Frazzled,
On the edge of insanity,
Boasting of hurts,
In shadows…
Pure, a virtuous thought,
Sentiments of light,
Poured out on the truth,
Light, portrayal
Of faith, blended with grace,
Memories fading…
Life ages,
The heart, the soul,
Trembling in shadows,
Sands soft, shallow
Seas, tossing liquid,
Urgent to be,
A piece of the peace,
Inside the maze…
Shadows fade…
Just fade.
My heart says
You too are anguished for me
An illusion
Presumptuous day dreaming
Of my ever naïve heart
.
Such an irresistible naïve gesture
from
those sparkling
bedroom eyne
Yes
slowly
with a softness
which even at a distance
I could feel
the silk slip to the cold wooden floor
fell
Out came the ink
and the slip
and they too
fell to
the cold wooden floor
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special characters in title...respectfully here; thuh
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Entering a new phase of life full of standing ovation
can be disrupted by the polarized effect of growth.
Innocence is pressed by social hypocrisy
to expose a young heart to adult conspiracies.
It’s tough to be in between the balance of morality and biology;
prematurity may be a reasonable excuse
but defending that little wisdom with clever restrictions
is a vital and compensatory need.
The right hand punches away corrupt company
but the left never lets go their naughty flare.
Growing wants then begin to misplace events and reasons
as a night club is for instance turned to a place for sight-seeing.
Carefulness is lost and internal scrutiny easily carried away.
A wrong predator then wins that precious attention’s mandate;
lies come with charismatic fun to leave total believe with no option.
Breaking a three days dry fast with mushroom and vodka, one brags,
such false manliness is captured and quickly admired.
Spending a night with a man in an isolated room
with the only expectation of playing chess;
not considering he is well blooded and physically functional,
enacting the precept of “can see, may touch but can’t taste”
is a time bomb set to explode in a matter of seconds.
Bending standards in conformity to peer-pressure,
copying the trend but doing it in a different fashion.
Act may be temporarily bound but the mind is already full blown;
interest is lured for a protracted time
just for corruption to cajole and make a deal.
Attention settles it for manifestation to take over,
drug, violence and sex once poked through accessible media
are fully accepted by the wishes of germinating drives.
Boundaries are what attract check points
when they’re non-existent, naivety is promoted
and no matter the made rules, foolishness most often wins
to craft out experience,
covered with the unattractive curtains of deadly mistakes.
naivety in reign
my nascent science of love
how I got duped into love’s vitamin mail order business.
so naive!
Just thought she was true
truly an angel,
with wings to fly me around,
and lift me to higher places,
but just a little later,
subdued and dejected,
it dawns on me in retort,
indeed, a monster in my life,
my thoughts of peril,
an uphill attack,
no maneuverability,
an untenable defense!
dragging in reticence,
overwhelmed,
I pondered on possible options,
leaving n not turning back,
it dawns on me once again,
it is expensive to fight,
throw your might,
lose your night,
just to a loosing battle
I am quite the courteous gentleman
Not the kind who sends naughty lines;
Still, this pretty girl was winking, was I naïve?
Being a new guy in the neighborhood,
I waved; trying to be polite like Mom said I should.
It began with her offer, coffee in the main room
Ending with touches and flirting… the rise
Of my blood a seismic boom! Clothes ruffled
As my hands traveled along her skin,
Before I knew it, we were reeling on the floor.
I didn’t know her status; she didn’t wear a ring
But she seemed playful and thrilled to hear
My breath quaking. Then, the front door clicked;
A man swooned, “Honey, I’m home.”I froze
while posing behind a tall figurine. Rushing out that night,
the oldest couple from a distance pressed,
“Hey Miss, your black stockings are on your neck!”
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Re-post 3/.04.2019
I stumbled over a pebble and slammed into a rock.
Dear, Naive Mistress,
Open your eyes.
You’ve been used...again!
He doesn’t answer his phone –
Sister, yeah, right. NOT!!!
It was his wife.
He can’t take you home.
He has another life.
He’ll never ask you to move in
Or play with your kids.
He is married!
And already has a family.
Nauseated? Dizzy?
You are pregnant again.
And who is the daddy?
Mr. Married Man!
Look inside yourself.
You don’t deserve this.
Put an aspirin between your knees
And leave it there until you are married.
Or keep being an easy mark.
The choice is yours.
Promiscuity brings pain.
Deceit delivers downfalls.
So, pick yourself up,
Look in the mirror,
Get some professional help,
And make a change.
You deserve a better life.
But only you can make that happen.
So get a grip girl.
And become the best you
That your children deserve.
It will not be easy, but you can do it.
Best Wishes,
Agony Aunt
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Agony Aunt
Sponsored by Vicky Tsiluma
Oh, Youth—naïve days lost,
Just learning life
In baseball cleats,
With soccer balls,
Days school bells rang
And girls, girls, girls:
Light lilting laughs,
Smooth budding curves
In sweaters tight,
Lean stockinged legs,
And perfumed air
Enshrouding each …
Oh, Youth—long, restless nights
When life knocked hard—
Those turned-down dates,
My anxious heart,
A stolen glimpse,
Small hand in mine
And, then, that night
Soft lips I kissed,
A boob I touched:
First teasing love,
My spirits soared;
Oh, Youth—where have you gone?