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Liz Mar 2021
When I look at you I see the sky
I see all the colors that make up infinity
All those together result in the color of your eyes.

When I look at you I feel I can fly
Your eyes in their lightness hold freedom in the clouds
And in their darkness I see pain in the storms

Your eyes hold the innocence and freedom of a child
That sense of wonder that you fought to keep alive
I'm so thankful you kept it alive

When I look at you I see my favorite color, I see the sky and it's various shades of lovely from sunrise to sunset.

When I look at you I see the comfort and peace found in your shade of blue.

When I look at you I think I'm in love
Dr K S Bhardwaj Mar 2021
The Teacher Was Moving Around,
Saw The Child Drawing A Sketch,
She Came Nearer To The Child,
Saw Her Laboring At A Stretch.

The Teacher Said,
“What Are You Drawing Dear Mine,”
The Child Said With A Smile,
“I Am Making The Divine.”

The Teacher Reminded The Child,
“No One Knows What God Looks Like,”
The Child Quipped Smilingly,
“Just Wait And See what God Looks Like.”
Innocence Is One Of The Traits Of A Child. His Innocence Is Coupled With Firm Faith In Himself And In What He Does. The Poem Exhibits The Same Innocence And Trust.
Melody Mann Feb 2021
Now she scripts her story,
to comprehend a broken promise you led her to believe.

Left stranded she sits with empty wishes,
reality shifted and demasked the charade performed.

This truth weighs down harder with each passing hour,
demystifying the future she thought known.

Trusting their situation,
she had fallen prey to the captivation,
from this illusive trance she wakens,
and realizes she was mistaken.
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2021
Innocence is a lovely and honourable gift.
It makes all that's good in the world; all the more magical and amazing.
Innocence, gift,
Abby Feb 2021
What am I so afraid of?
That I may change my fate?
Or maybe it’s already happened,
And maybe I’m too late.

Can I be forgiven?
Will I ever understand
Why all of this has happened?
Am I really here by chance?

Chasing phantom shadows in and out of dreams
Counting constellations and holding on to childish things
Afraid to take a chance, for fear that I may fall
Afraid that there’s no going back
That I’ll never know myself at all

The truth too overwhelming
The fear I hide behind
Fear that I hold onto
Fear behind these eyes

To chance is only to forget
The pain that binds me now defines me
Give in for good you’ve placed your bet
“Survive!” the voice inside me
A piece I wrote back in March 2007 as I was going through a divorce with so many questions and faced with the opportunity to reducing myself and my path.
Spicy Digits Feb 2021
I made myself so.
So small
For so long
So talk over me,
I won't mind,
I made myself so.

So quieten me,
If it's what you need.
A speechless soul,
I silenced myself so.

Daddy didn't see you
So take your aim
Argue and I will cower.
I taught myself so.

Spread corrosive untruth,
Use me and chew me out,
I oppressed myself so.

I see the end light,
And imminent reprieve.
So do what you like,
I'll make myself so.

I unpeeled my skin
And started again
I lost you and them
And started again.

I made myself so.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
Trust is a feeble thing.

If a tiny little bird,

falls from a sheltered nest

and drops into your skirt,

eyes still closed in rest,

take it like a savor.

Cover it in human scent,

no longer mother natures,

for you it was sent.

If you let it pass away,

it's a mothers heart break,

it's the body of betray,

burry it in the worst ache.

Lay her precious flowers,

decaying white roses,

innocence's dying hours.
Diesel Feb 2021
I took the stars, plucked one by one
And gave to you, but all in vain:
I blew in storms to block the sun;
The bane of time now child’s proclaim:
The spin of earth, too fast for fun,
Oh poor woman, do you hide pain?

Is it behind your summer eyes?
Perhaps beneath that honey hair,
Or creeps between those pleasant sighs
Which sound so smoothly through the air?
Or stuffed below witty replies
That come by the night without care?

O such beauty! She’s no evil:
Laugh too innocent, heart too pure,
A walk so calm impatience boils
Under her seductive nature.
Rapture in my love’s perfect coil!
Alas, she is all, all is sure.
morgan Jan 2021
First date at a random playground
You sat in the swing next to mine
Chased me around
Never running out of time
Your lips, made me nervous
Messed up, the first kiss
I looked down, embarrassed
Teenage, innocence
Laid beneath the trees
Felt you pressed up against me
Watched the leaves sway slowly
Helplessly attached instantly

I want that puppy love back
Those jump in, don’t question moments of clarity
Bringing out the naive side of me
Craving the love song mentality
Warm summer sun filled our lungs
Walking hand in hand to puppy love
Mixed with the rebellion of reality,
That’s never visible to young kids like you and me.

Never again will we love so blindly and so full
Never again will we decide before we think
Never again will we fall before we meet
Never again will months feel like one blink
But you’re never supposed to even consider
These things when you’re
Running around a playground
Convinced that it’s more
Than puppy love.
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