Best Naivety Poems
when the book of bedtime stories
kissed goodnight and turned the page
and was left to stand upon the shelf
to fox and spot with age
the bright sun lost the hat it wore
and its face that always smiled
with those outstretched lines of beams that shone
inside of every child.
Categories:
naivety, childhood, growing up, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Raised on praise, used to grazing through his days
on compliments forthcoming, even though he was mindnumbing,
a bore to us all, he never had a fall,
concealed in his bubble, protected from life's troubles.
He thought that he was great, absolute first rate.
Bias was the force that made his parents liars,
acting like dimwits they made a man of limits.
In a world so dimly lit, it was hard for him to see it;
the big bad wolf was waiting and ready to be baiting
and catch this wealthy bore and gorge on him and drool
while spitting out his bones and searching for his clones.
Categories:
naivety, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
Her lips still blushed a youthful favor
amidst burnished summer's spirit,
scintillating 'tween impetuous kisses
whilst naiveté blooms gullible bosoms,
embraced afore a chill nature
withering budding wildflowers
taking precedence o'er accorded doctrines
farthermost harmonious freewill
Categories:
naivety, sensual, summer, youth,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Bright eyes looking in the mirror
Curious, old, yet still striking.
Searching, wondering, mysterious.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Defiant and forthright
What does that mean?
Pig-headed and stubborn, one face looks into the other.
Forever constant and too fragile to change,
One end linking to the other,
Joined at the hip yet moving separately.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Sleeping and yet constantly awake
in a private world of make believe,
where everything is possible even when it's not.
The tired exploits of a forgotten past and over active imagination.
Belief and truth merging into one.
Looking into the mirror, curious, old, yet still striking.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
What does that even mean?
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Categories:
naivety, allusion,
Form:
Ballade
I asked
what do you do for a living
and there was silence
I asked again
socially
just to fill the empty spaces
this time to find a silence
before he said
*********** with a pause
child ***********
do you mind.
Once painting a house
in trade for a much appreciated car
I pulled a bed out
to discover
soft
padded
metal rings
chained on every corner
what are these I asked
not socially for I was really curious
I didn’t need to know he told me
hiding his padded handcuffs
deep under the covers.
Walking home one night
I found myself yelling foul mouthed
fear filled obscenities
at two laughing boys
as they ran their car straight at me
no deviation, no variation in line
just the screech of the oil pan
the spray of hot oil
hissing onto the street
as it hit the tall curb.
not thinking
they meant to kill me
not thinking of pain
not thinking of deviations
or small deaths
some days my naiveté’s frighten me
if I have the words.
* the vocabulary of a particular social class, language, social class….
Categories:
naivety, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Nature so unsullied and pristine
in God’s own land so divine,
in a child born with psyche empty,
beautiful is the mindscape naughty,
encased in a frame of innocence,
of the real world it has no sense.
Flower blooms in a child’s smile,
reflected in flawless mirror so fragile,
can’t survive unbroken very long,
for it bears harsh time’s impact strong.
His gullible simplicity may last
while his world changes fast.
As the impish child becomes adult,
the loss of innocent mind may not result,
with his naivety he is happy, not upset,
for the child in him hasn’t grown up yet.
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March 2, 2022
Contest : Naughty Yet Innoscent
Sponsored by : Mohan Chutani
Categories:
naivety, analogy, child, innocence,
Form:
Rhyme
Nose pressed against glass, breathing fog onto the already hazy window,
A boy peered out.
He saw not the dreary buildings sat mournfully on withered streets,
Nor did he see the sluggish pace of those who bared marks of unfulfilled dreams.
Light of the Sun reflected in his eyes,
Blinding, protecting him from the world he knew not.
Gifted with the sight of positivity,
He had yet to see the world through anything other than the cloudy window of naivety.
Categories:
naivety, childhood, imagination, placesworld,
Form:
Couplet
I'm a licensed realist
selling beach front pessimism
to all you sunny 'bright side' kids
with your cheery dispositions
it's about time your perfect rosy worlds
got a little screwed and jaded
'cause you'll find this world's just a bit more cold
than the one you'd anticipated
you didn't factor in loneliness
when you dreamt up your perfect Oz
and when you sat and thought about 'happily ever after'
you didn't think about loss
see this life is full of few ups but more downs
and soon you'll come to realize
that no one can live a fairy tale
and there's rarely a dream that doesn't die
Categories:
naivety, introspection, life, loss, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Handmade cards, white, red, and blue.
Made to exchange with our friends.
Some were for Mom and Dad, too.
Hearts were made with ruffled ends,
paper shapes all stuck with glue.
Paper doilies – a great boon –
thin disguise to a rough cut.
Snippets and scraps were all strewn.
Cards folded open and shut.
Fun hours for an afternoon.
Sweet words enclosed within hearts
not rent from stationer’s hand.
A simple poem imparts
Unwavering love’s grandstand.
Innocent, expressive arts.
Each design, solely unique.
Words hand-written from the heart.
A small child’s naïve technique.
Her love poured into each part.
Sealed with a childlike mystique.
Categories:
naivety, child, cute love, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased
Peer assured status, focus of my fascination
High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent
Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon
Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded
From boys' school nearby, the greener gender pasture
Glance at my rolled up skirt spoke to thoughts sordid
His fleeting grin sent collapsing knees, mates' laughter
In typical teenage fashion for the times, mid nineties
Before social media blinked million comment designation
Our exchange over months limited to several niceties
Emptying bus afternoon he asked me out, supreme elation
Profile examined in mirror the evening of our due movie
Re primped the pair of socks boosting breasts non existant
Had my (only) half decent outfit chosen for past two weeks
Prospect of dating Damon held no heart slowing assistance
Uneventful night pursued, spun by overwhelming innocence
Being too naive to encourage moves, nerves running riot
Our chaeffered lifts to cinemas knew no lip warming kiss
Closely guarded phone each evening, obstinately quiet
A month later, bus reverberated his revised standards
Update explained to his mates, his tastes were narrowing
One percent of girls bore requirements Damon demanded
Variety other than curvaceous blonde, saw attention souring
Perfunctory level of awareness, lack of inner dignity
Allowed me to continue, lust bound, blindly desiring
During next year, Damon must have woken to scarcity
Blonde eligible youngsters for his affection aspiring
Mirror had become a somewhat closer companion
Make up added maturity, curves came, and confidence
Outside brick walled front of school, squinted in sun
Damon boldly suggested our courting should recommence
Sideways glance with my fiend, Suzie, enclosed chapters
Desperately I pleaded with my fifteen year old foolishness
To keep a straight face as I turned him down, lustre lacking
"I don't know, " faux deep thought, " Chance is one percent"!
2nd August 2020
Dusty Old Memories Poem Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
naivety, 9th grade, cute love,
Form:
Rhyme
I called him today…
The guy I like
but cannot have.
We spoke for three minutes…
The guy I want,
but cannot have.
He said nothing much
That made any sense.
Does any guy?!
He wants to hang up!
The guy I called,
but cannot have.
She was there…
The girl he loves,
and go home too at nights.
Maybe we’ll meet tomorrow…
he said.
We’ll have lunch!
The guy I sleep with and cannot have.
Maybe I whisper.
Maybe I’ll get a guy to love
and who comes home at night
I may be her one day.
Cooking and cleaning for the guy
I love and who comes home at night.
He’ll hold me and cradle me at nights,
kiss me, just for the sake of kissing.
Bring home dinner,
so I won’t have to hassle
to prepare any.
Forget everyone and everything.
And have only me in mind.
Maybe…
Maybe one day,
I’ll be that naïve.
Categories:
naivety, lost loveme, home, home,
Form:
What would you say if I told you,
that I need you?
That every memory of you,
casts a shadow on this moment.
What would you do,
If I reached into the sun
and pulled down the light.
Showed you that
it had no comparison
to what I see in your eyes.
Could you believe it?
I’m in the dark without
your essence.
I find promise in
the prospect of
your comfort.
I just hope it’s
Not another dream
Shedding its skin,
Waiting for its moment
To cast out its beauty
And become another
Failure.
I’m not sure if I
could take it.
Knowing that the
sun could fall
at any moment,
makes a flower
want to grow
elsewhere.
Is this the way of
the world today?
Fickle beauty grows
under incandescent
light fixtures that whisper
lies into the ears of
nature’s naivety.
What will become
of us if we can never
make it real?
We’re standing underneath
the stare of false hope,
and expecting it to not
wrinkle our skin.
-James Kelley 2011©
Categories:
naivety, how i feel, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
NAIEVITY
trepidation
revived
untapped
these braced
concerns
so down beat
& minimal
yet resilient
& neglected
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
naivety, poetry,
Form:
Other
Life........
I beg of you to give me some space,
The veil in which you clothed me suffocates,
Experience is said to be the best teacher-life,
Forgive my naivety,
Forgive my mediocrity in fighting your children,
You give but also take,
I plead-don't be reckless with me,
For I am a young soul in your playground,
This soul is so pure,yet not pure,
"Young heart don't be afraid" "I'll be there for you" "I'll guide you"
Give me some space,
Brave but fragile soul I am,
Don't let your children break me, don't let them break me,
"Young heart don't be afraid" "I'll be there for you" "I'll guide you" ,
Growing up with you is a sweet burden,
A burden I can't undeniably run from,
Weights on my glass shoulders,
"Young heart don't be afraid" "I'll be there for you" "I'll guide you" ,
Life.......
I beg of you to give me some space,
The veil in which you clothed me suffocates,
I'm experiencing you,
Indeed you are a teacher,
Forgive my naivety,
Give me strength to fight your children,
Give me,
Please don't take from me,
"My selfish thoughts are pleading" ,
Don't be reckless with me,
I am a young heart,
Brave but fragile,
Pure,yet not pure.
Categories:
naivety, growing up, life, pain,
Form:
Concrete
A somber sight, these young men marching to war,
Forced at such a young age, to fight and leave their parents from their shore.
For many their fate remains the same,
Dying before life's prime, or going insane.
All due to another man's orders,
They will lay in piles of mud and gore.
One man's greed is another man's grief,
Forced to fight and sacrifice at the whim of those powerful and rich,
Forced too young to understand the weight of what they do,
Forced to shed their blood over petty disputes.
Forced to carry the hopes and dreams of others,
But who is forced to carry theirs?
Those left to carry the weight of their sacrifices,
So many will lay to rest in tears.
And the world will not care or stop,
All because of others' lust for power.
And so the young men march to war,
But with each march, a mother weeps.
A father must send his son to die,
Forced into the hands of evil he cannot deny.
And every mother hopes and prays,
Her son will survive another day.
Forced to sacrifice for another's greed,
The young men sacrifice what they cannot afford.
Categories:
naivety, angst, corruption, death, grief,
Form:
Free verse