Naivety Poems - Poems about Naivety

The complete loss of naivety doesn’t necesseraly lead To cynicism cause it would be too dramatic Its just a usual way of life As it is, no naivety, no cynicism Though you’d like to have them in stock Just in case you’d need some of it again But the problem is, sellers are gone Those good sellers, who could get anything...

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In case you’re an artist, beware of wisdom Experience brings reassurance That you have developed yourself into system Through years of work and endurance But don’t fool yourself with a pretty deceit You can’t do it right, though you try Experience tells you to do what you did But anyway, it’s a far cry From works of the past, that achieved a...

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One's disrespect for power and control regularly Greets me with different names yet they have Similar narcissistic traits. Naivety Innocence lost, cloudy judgments, trust broken, Smiling faces wearing masks, stabbed slowly Hidden masks, and ulterior motives yet in time The facade will soon reveal that time is the truth Naivety Emotionally injected, mentally, and physically raped. Humiliation lies...

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Sometimes I hate seeing pictures of myself when I was younger. Baby pictures, homecoming photos, the embarrassing high school Facebook selfies. The nostalgia is there, sure. But when I look at that girl, sometimes I don’t recognize her. I don’t feel any true connection to BEING her. But I do envy her. It’s not like...

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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...

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I just feel disappointed with the answers that you give, I sit and wait patiently Whilst you go out and live. I just feel fed up With the way you’re acting now, I want to let ‘us’ go But really don’t know how?. As annoying as you are I will sit and wait, For reasons unbeknownst to me Which is something that I hate…...

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I was sat watching the world go by, when I noticed a man begin to cry, I asked this man, what’s up my friend? He replied kind sir do you have any money to lend? I asked him how much would he like to borrow ? He said anything please sir, so I can end this sorrow, I believed from my judgment...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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On the Naivety of Youth We were once flowers With painted petals and new-green stalks Who turned to the sky And drank from the sun But we were flowers Whose shallow roots Were only anchored By loose soil and dumb luck We were still flowers when April came as April does And dislodged us With her waterlogged embrace We watched As she wiped away the pigment of...

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She grew insane Calling his name He wonder how she came to know His home, when He had not told He stood out the window To see her face so pale Oh no, she's a nightmare of wilt and mildew, And full of disdain She screamed even more "kill me kill me, you soul stealer" Now she did had said, what he was afraid to...

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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...

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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...

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