Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
Though sun arise, and skies shine blue
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
To Logos thence they bid adieu
Let now with good the bad unite
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
Categories:
naivety, dark, faith, imagery, light,
Form: Triolet
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 you wanted
Some of them have become state officials
Others have converted to Buddhism
And a few have delved deep into the sweet dullness
Of privacy in the countryside homes
But sooner or later you realize
That you own them for free
Naivety and cynicism
Absolutely like new, here they are
Well shaped, exquisitely elegant
With a little leaf on the ends
Looking exactly like the earrings we bought you last summer
You can wear them again, why not
No one will notice, what these items are
They’d only see the earrings.
Categories:
naivety, beauty, love, magic,
Form: Free verse
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 success
Now you want to generalize
But the more you come up with better be less
The wisdom you gained isn’t wise
Cause its dull as a hell, and was meant to be this
Who told you that art should be limited?
Your sycophants laugh, cause they know what is missed
You can’t afford one more naiviety.
Categories:
naivety, age, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
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 deeply suffocating and imprinted
with distress assuming I was being protected and
guarded by someone I entrusted. Naivety
Categories:
naivety, betrayal, character, emotions, environment,
Form: Free verse
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
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…
Categories:
naivety, break up, first love,
Form: Rhyme
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
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
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
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
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 our petals
With her watery fingers
We wept
As her watercolor creek captured
What little soil secured
Our shallow roots
We were no longer flowers
When her springtime sea
Had ceased it tsunami
And left us sodden
We were no longer flowers
When we found ourselves
Unable to adapt to being
Uprooted and untethered
Categories:
naivety, crush, flower, nature, youth,
Form: Free verse
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 hear at any day
"I've come to die in the flesh
cos you've taken my soul already from me"
Indeed I recall
the night before
That he had flirt with her
In disguise of love
She opened herself so full and free
Cos in his deep dark eyes
She thought to had found
love and candor
And a bit of adore
But he had no strand a love
For any part of her being
Save the passion of prurience and ardor
A fur ball of sanity
The irony of pleasure
That blinds the mind to reason,
To sense for a season
Now he stands at his window
To see a woman
Bereaved of present joy
If not forever
~ naivety of passion
Categories:
naivety, abuse, anger, bereavement, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
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
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
You can't see the sky through the clouds,
And ghosts are no longer life.
I couldn't see it coming:
And now I am a child of two countries.
Words can't fix everything,
Desires can't forget everything.
I can't send a bad message to everyone,
So I just want to be.
To be indifferent does not mean to deceive,
And there is not always no light in the dark.
Why would anyone make up rumors about me?
But it doesn't matter, because their song is sung.
An angel does not mean that he is a messenger of light,
And to turn away is not to become blind.
I am the one who is no longer looking for an answer,
Quietly sneaking into someone else's watering hole.
The light doesn't always illuminate the road,
And naivety does no good.
I don't want to pray to God anymore,
And I understand that life is not a game.
Cynicism sometimes saves the soul,
And parting gives a new love.
I won't ruin my life again,
I have enough stitches in my heart.
Categories:
naivety, extended metaphor, for teens,
Form: Rhyme
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