Innocence Poems | Examples of Innocence Poetry

I felt as small as a winter’s flower yet as tall as an old oak tree the seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours when my world turned in on me the cloak I wore was of little comfort just to bridge between present and past I held onto this and other secrets no more a peasant but a king at...

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from top to bottom, like a root, she stretched across the entire canvas, eyes, petals, closed ~ arms ~ melting ~ beewax ~ liquid ~ imitating water ~ ...

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porch swing raining no scares free air small girl unfurl back, forth ghosts storm lightning blending lost flash backlash time meant ringlets rocking, rocking...

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A young crow carries them- selves meticulously, screening their surroundings. Too wary to engage with others, but always so observant. A golden jewel shines in a parking lot corner. Tempting the young crow’s eyes. Their bill clutches on, fragile by nature, it breaks. Glass shards pierces their tongue, blood cascades on- to the concrete as the jewel dismantles. Remnants of...

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Noon simmers a chamomile lavender Like the summer rain that resembles diamond tears The tea pot serenades my senses with aroma rays of hope My favorite mug sports a Sunday best just waiting for service to begin Your Saturday mug is game time ready in a classic all white number You are spreading the sandy toasted bagels with butter...

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I don't desire mountains, Nor do I desire coasts But I hope when I knock your door, Death, You would be a gracious host. When I come to meet you Death, I hope you would be kind. And shoulder to carry me, None I'd need to find. I hope when I lay there, There would be people who would...

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Going my way? I’m looking for a perfect world Sorry, pal. I finished looking yesterday ...

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They took him— not for war, not for crime, but for curiosity. A boy from Congo, where rivers hum with memory, and the trees know your name. Ota Benga— smile full of sun, soul full of sky— was stolen, placed in a cage beside an ape while the world laughed. And they called it science. They called it education. But it was cruelty— plain and piercing. He was not a beast. He was a...

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Oh Seigneur, Je n’entends plus, Je suis un pêcheur, Avec mes pensées absolues. Où êtes-vous, Ne me laissez pas toute seule, Êtes-vous dégout, Avec mon engueule. Prends pitié, Même si je suis damné, Même si vous ne pouvez pas le justifier, Avec votre ton suranné....

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PAEDOPHILES RUNNING THE SHOW. It doesn’t matter where you look Or anywhere in the world you go, The only thing that’s guaranteed Is there is a paedophile running the show. From ancient times to modern day Frome a home to the highest tower, Paedophiles will always infiltrate Into a position of power. Rings established networks built With protection guaranteed, From top to bottom in society They spread...

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That moon by romancing is made, I never know what people do. But its love light has picked your face. That moon by romancing is made, Sets my fingertips to the day — A night that's between me and you That moon by romancing is made. I never know what people do....

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where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what you have adviced and failed. I have followed your example and instead I am being ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you have heard my out cries. I wobbling in a pit of excrement, and...

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My heart is filled with so much sorrows. It is aching from disappointments, betrayals, deceptions and lies. How can I stop it from hurting, from crying, and from screaming in pain. My heart is no longer whole, but in fragments. How could I start mending you when I need you to cope. Where do I...

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Ocean's body old footprints gone before I come Ocean's body with flower's toss, overgrowing, old footprints gone before I come — the fall of the tide falls in love Ocean's body...

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(“Pandora’s Box”, 2014, original pen and ink and oil) Pandora’s Box I don’t know who she was, What she did or how she did it, And maybe as the first it was sublime Or maybe she was just another woman With the kind of perfect snatch To launch a thousand ships On a sea of broken hearts, But Pandora certainly left her...

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