Short Ingenue Poems
Short Ingenue Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ingenue by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ingenue by length and keyword.
Innocent, fresh-faced girl,
iris blooming in spring -
illuminated soft
in dawn’s honey-spooned glow.
Impressionable soul
inspired by worlds unknown,
I, too, was once like you.
Applies her makeup
Grabs that glam getup
May put on odd airs
Acts as if she cares
Giggles to lowbrows
Wiggles with highbrows
Goes downtown dancing
Dips downright dazzling
So no big to-do
For this ingenue
I am a simple wandress, an ingenue with virgin wings,
Entangled in strings of anguish, I steer from the path,
Aware of the wrath, I twirl in a world of my own.
I’ve my soul on a chain, with controls to my pain,
But a dalliance with love turns stone to cellophane.
You see right through me.
A summer evening rarefied
An elder spirit clarified,
Made spare and true, the ingenue
Long bid adieu returned anew
To walk with me and disagree
On wrong and right then reunite
In love's accord our faith restored;
Late magic hour to endow her,
Naught overcomes such sweet power,
Wise crone to some, yet my flower.
January 24, 2017
I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated.
I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable -
which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements
(I don’t make the rules).
That being said, if no one has an objection,
in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be
considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice.
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Songs for this:
HEATED by Beyoncé
Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay
Wind that blows from the north,
Crown this little note a breath.
Wind that blows from the south,
Gather these dreams and make them the truth.
Wind that blows from the west,
Fan this body away from boredom test.
Wind that blows from the east,
Gather up for nee what is best.
Wind that blows from beneath
The earth,
Crosses over
And stretches your wings over,
Empowers and strengthens
This -an ingeniously evergreen.
nee: originally
The thirst for effervescence,
A sweetness I’ve always craved,
To be a child of such incandescence,
So that no soul can claim I’ve failed.
Yearning to be witty, even reverential,
Merely to be something good,
Desperate to claw up some potential,
So that no soul can claim I am pointless.
Lusting to be known as an ingenue,
Perfection in a woman’s form,
An image id walk through flame to,
How can I be true when I am based on pure perception?
Comely muse, take your shape--
Demure and dulcet, be my escape;
Hold tight your evocative position
Flawless art craves your rendition;
Your fetching pose a mystery to all
An ingenue over slaves in a thrall;
Who you are is of certain paragon
Your elixir eyes bring only halcyon;
Remain aloft forever in bungalow
I will tame the flames held below;
Your silent eloquence fills my view
Lissome and lithe, I'd die for you;
February 23, 2016