Tribute Innocence Poems

Humans' love is ever attached to reason 
Only God's love remains same all season...

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Blazing beauty, so young and innocent;
So soulful and magnificent
like a brightly blooming ghost flower 
in mystic month of November.

Her petals of waxen white 
tamed the...

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THE POETIC GRIM REAPER

When poetic lines are no more, than sharpened knives 
Where the words splice into, as destroying others lives

Wrists cut; and then left...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the...

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I would love to offer,
my heart to the children,
because they have
the purity of the angels!
I would crave to dedicate myself
to the children's world,
because it's a...

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child  not only hope
   it's tree root, flower and fruit
       joyful of living ......

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Their pounded wind
called our neighborhood.

We were children
who entered their work
like a hearth.

Electric wisk, whine,
sawdusted the cool summer
uder our trees.

From banded boards
basking in dirt
to skeletal hints
at...

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Unspoiled autumn age
Anon ridge my god picks way
Strong buck bears his burdens high

I soul-less, hunt sight 
Forest warmth and bounty hoard
Resting only in god’s ruins

4/10/20
Inertia
Edward...

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She was a faerie
an elfin
a creature of the land
living in harmony
with the universe
the forest
in her element
her nesting ground
a magical being
transient
reluctantly
crossing over
dragged down
falling off the edge
a...

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Over 400 years ago, the arrival of 20 or more enslaved Africans are called ‘The Beginning of USA Slavery', which are much more complex than...

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Things that make me breathless....
The musical prowess of an innocent twelve-year-old who
Has no idea, she is bringing tears to my eyes
A tribute written in honor...

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His name was Lattie McGee.
I never met him, and he never met me,
but he touched my life in a profound way
when I saw his face...

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Pay me in compliments, keep your money 
The unbreakable one wishes not to be bribed
A pride that cannot be loaned 
Expensive swagger that can't be...

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