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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Innocence
by Patrick Kavanagh
They laughed at one I loved-
The triangular hill that hung
Under the Big Forth. They said
That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges
Of the little farm and did not know the world.
But I knew that love's doorway to life
Is the same doorway everywhere.
Ashamed of what I loved
I flung her from me and called her a ditch
Although she was smiling at me with violets.
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Voice
by Norman Lowe
I am the voice of death and disaster,
I am the voice of the poor in despair,
I sell the arms to both sides of the battle,
I am the purveyor of conflict and war.
I am the plague, of health and well being,
I am the destroyer of innocence and youth,
I am the one that grows fat on destruction,
I charge the weak for some quality of life.
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Parted
by Alice Meynell
Farewell to one now silenced quite,
Sent out of hearing, out of sight,--
My friend of friends, whom I shall miss,
He is not banished, though, for this,--
Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.
Though I shall talk with him no more,
A low voice sounds upon the shore.
He must not watch my resting-place,
But who shall drive a mournful face
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A Vibrant Fascination
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
black cat in the woods
wide eyed amidst greenery
and the wild chorus
Two Innocent Kids
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Two kids and a goat...
One’s wearing a coat....
One’s wearing a dress...
Plantation noblesse...
Living life on a farm...
Not causing no harm...
Just enjoying the sun...
Having nothing but fun...
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INOCENT with a single 'N'
by Bogdan Dragos
Some daughters love their fathers
a bit too much
and their mothers not enough
This father was a cop,
the type that deals with the nasty cases
and he often came home drunk.
Alcohol did help, he said
and drank some more on the couch
and sometimes drank until he passed out
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Babykins
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
younger than the may
and full of innocent joy
tomboy needs his toy
Star Gazing
by Shawna Marshall
Jewel-like sparkle in up-turned dark eyes
Underneath star dotted skies
Little boy excitedly grasps Mama's hand
Inhaling the scents of crisp twilight and sweet summer land
Eternities spread above the pair in a canopy of splendor
Night beheld in innocent wonder
© 2018 Shawna
