Poems about Innocence poems

Heart coalesces in unison longing lovedistinction impulses unconsciousness firmament loses to black hole redeemingas river meanders to meld into oblivion.attraction refutes falling from gravity,

“I have walked a lot of dark streets all over the world.”“You have got a lot of confidence.”“How can you tell? ”“It is in all your mannerisms.”“I may look a fool

In covert dim light A nymphet came To grace his sight With her small frame He caught her scent And closed his eyes Felt fleeting movements Soar him high And as they kissed He felt the bliss

I swam through the snowI swam the laps of innocenceThe laps of an angel by my sideThe sound of laughter by my sideThe happiness swimming abreast of meI rolled down the hills of lightI rolled un

One sunny noon, while chasing butterflies you &me, Tried to unravel the mystery of the birds &the bees, We stopped at some broken wings, lying on the ground, splattered, Blackish red. To divert you

Innocent children..sexually and mentally abusedI stepped in their shoes and cried in pain.If you too feel the same, then step out and spread awareness among the kids.Listen to your child.Save innocenc

Gently he took her by the hand and into the forest glade he led her; the setting sun glinted all aroundthe babbling brook was the only soundHe laid her down gently beside himand wrapped his coa

Calm, tranquil visionsColourful moments flutterFree air of spiritInnocence in small bundlesAs the insect spreads its wingsAuthor: Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Secrets, secretsLies, liesShe sits in her room, and cries and cries.There's no more trustIn this girl's heart.She finally found outThat life isn't perfect.She lived in dreams, As children oft

I have caught tears in my mouth, washed in the dust of the dead, burned the grass in the meadows, watched the fires spread.I was told by my leadersto kill in my country’s fight.Crimes are def

The way I got involvedI could not make revoltTheir ill-intentionCrushed my ambitionWith my utter innocenceI respected their arrogance But I forgotMy destined lotThey played with my passionIt

Fuelled by my innocenceI was on my way to the adulthood.I had my own paceI never hurried andI never wanted to.Some people around meseemed to have found thatI was too slow and decided to speed m