Poems About: INNOCENCE
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
In a world where innocence is lost so quickly, I pondered if it
truly exists at all. Where does one go to find it . . . this freedom of a pure, existence amidst an age-old classroom called life who teaches that innocence is best ignored. It was when I stopped looking that I was able to "see" a world with an
abundance of innocence and I chose it for my guide. Stop for a
moment and watch nature. Listen to all that is to be heard; for , this is read more »Cheryl Greear
Adorned by sparkling snow
Glittering in the window
Are the eyes.
They peer into the skies read more »Melissa Ferrer
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction read more »Joseph Anthony Montefusco
244.Death of Innocence
Far away from the demons and ghouls
Out of reach of those that trap the soul
In the sunlight, where all is safe
Where she can lay her head in peace read more »joses tirtabudi
245.Isn't It The Image
A dignifying of a known decadence,
To adorn and dress to impress...
In a suit and tie may to many make sense.
Since... read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
You created the fences.
And constructed the walls.
You put up all of your defenses,
While in the midst of conflicts... read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
247.People Are So Ready to Rage
People are so ready to rage.
With open mouths they shout...
And a madness pours right out. read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
248.END OF INNOCENCE
They killed my innocence
That I had protected for so many years
They hung me down
My innocence was murdered without a sound. read more »Prachi Agrawal
249.My White Skirt
'Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.'
-Henry David Thoreau read more »Delilah Miller
250.Innocence & madness
-Innocence & Madness-
Innocence written in warm blood on the cold tile floor of the bleach white bathroom.
The girl sat, hunched over, read more »tiffany fawcett
251.The Loss of Innocence
Can anything ever compare
To the loss of innocence
Of a child born into the world
With nothing but that very nature read more »Anita John
252.Loss Of Innocence
When we first met I made you promise
you would never leave,
then I told you of the demons,
and how they made me bleed. read more »April Janvier