Short Blissful Ignorance Poems
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unaware I stand,
open and unsuspecting—
expecting nothing.
nothing known, to guard against
loving blissful ignorance
My eternal soul
sizzling out of Heaven
wandering somewhere
Blissful ignorance
Fairy tale world plays onward
Truth is forgotten
Hidden behind books
daydreaming these words come true
Waiting for true love
Before I knew the answers
life was one big question
Wonder hid round every turn
laughter as my Muse
As answers came the questions left
each day like that before
Laughter but an echoed wish
wonder lost — unfound
(Villanova University: April, 2024)
Jesus says that we all must become like little children
before we can enter the kingdom of heaven.
In theory it does make a lot of sense,
but how can one regress back to a state of childhood blissful ignorance
and become unaware of all we know that stole our innocence.
at times we wonder
about our fate
our destiny
our future
the days their number
what’s around the corner
our blissful ignorance
mingled with
fretful anxiety
we say we’d like to know
but could we handle it
best live day to day
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A ticking time bomb
Full of chaos
Self destructive
Nurturing for
Your empty soul
You're searching
For what will fill
The emptiness you feel
You will never find the
Truth with your eyes closed
Walking in darkness
You swallow the lies
You have been told
Living your existence
In blissful ignorance
Until it kills you
We could remain in wonder
hold the hand of mystery
rely on what we know
but believe whats not to see
We can keep our blissful ignorance
and hold a sense of pride
but as clocks turn corners
will our ignorance have died?
And as we lay awake at night
whats to know inside?
and walking through our valleys
for what do we have to fight?
Form:
Blissful ignorance
A vacuous affair
Mind numbing atrophy
Life without a care
Cloud dwelling dreams
Of a world less realized
The pyramid schemes
Of a world materialized
Land of the free
Home of the incarcerated
The money wheel keeps turning
Our debt exacerbated
Before it's too late
Do what you can
To save what's left
Of this common man
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Rose-colored glasses
the rough ahead seems rosy
details blurred ignored
dreams blossom with optimism—
truth in blissful ignorance.
Ethnicity lenses—
now that's a great idea
AI scans your race
then changes faces you see
into this ethnicity
All is rosy hue
all painted with the same brush
from the honey pot—
with judgment blurred, truth concealed
all differences bled away
How long do you think
you can ride the coattails
of blissful ignorance?
Isn't it flagrantly obvious that
you are skating on thin ice...
and equally evident that
you're living on borrowed time?
How long do you think
you can get away with avoiding
the elephant in the room?
Have I been the unjaded enabler
whilst my silence should have screamed
to you louder than any multitude of decibels?
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Like stone, my heart feels heavy in my chest
Rainclouds overhead mirror the haze that permeates my mind
Marked by silence, the path I walk is worn and narrow
A forgotten heart left behind in blissful ignorance
The worn and narrow path once shared, now all but forgotten
Bruised, but not broken, I will myself to carry on
Like autumn leaves, one season falls away into the next
Faint, but steady, the smallest light warms deep into my soul
The stone lifted, I walk in silence, but never alone