Innocence Poems
Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
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Guardian
by LaRetha Adams
Spider Web
...Lacy silver shawl
....Guarding pink innocence
....Of tiny rosebud
....Bedecked in diamonds of dew
Tortures
by Wislawa Szymborska
Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and breathe air and sleep,
it has thin skin and blood right underneath,
an adequate stock of teeth and nails,
its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable.
In tortures all this is taken into account.
Nothing has changed.
The body shudders as it shuddered
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Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed
by John Donne
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed time.
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Steps of innocence
by Mario Odekerken
Small feet on silent ground,
unaware of the weight
the world prepares.
Eyes wide,
not yet trained to search
for danger in shadows.
Each step,
a question
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The Road of Innocence
by Mario Odekerken
It begins
in the quiet breath of morning,
where the air still trusts
every step you take.
Shadows are soft here,
and the sky has not yet
learned the weight of storms.
Each footprint
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Beyond the Screen: A Child's Plea
by Aditi Hayaran
"Oh dear baby,
Come on, little honey,
You're so cute!
Perform for mommy for money.
This will get you known.
Leave the toy, let's practice.
Pick up the phone."
"Oh, see, you're famous!
Followers in millions, you see?
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Presumed Innocent
by Mario Odekerken
They say the burden is not mine-
that I am untouched,
until the proof is placed,
until the weight leans hard enough
to tip the scale.
But suspicion is not silent.
It has a shape,
a breath that fills the room before I speak.
Eyes linger too long.
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जब दिल टूटा (Jab Dil Toota)
by Christine Kuruvilla
Jab dil pehli baar toota toh laga
ki shayad dil toh bachcha tha,
Pyaar kya hai use pata hi na tha.
Jab dil doosri baar toota toh ye laga,
saala unmein hi kuch galat tha,
Ab toh hum sab jaane, dil toh bachcha na raha.
Par jab dil teesri baar toota, toh tabah hi ho gaya,
Kyunki ab dene ko kuch na baaki?
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