#innocencelost - Hello Poetry

I stopped being a child that day The sun still graced the world with its rays Laughter was heard as kids played outside the church But there was a chill in the air Shadows of trees in the woods And one small girl holding her cousin's hand You watched the world, Feeling its rhythm The silences The breaks Until you could move with it A slow dance With an unseen partner And me You held my dreams Pressed firmly against your body The mind can shatter without warning You pushed your way deep inside And I retreated among the ruins Listening to the birds chirp in the trees Shadows replaced the light in my eyes And in the absence of hope I grew up

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Feb 21

Feb 21, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC

Songbird0926

Slow Dance

I stopped being a child that day The sun still graced the world with its rays Laughter was heard as kids played outside the church But there was a chill in the air Shadows of trees in the woods And one small girl holding her cousin's hand You watched the world, Feeling its rhythm The silences The breaks Until you could move with it A slow dance With an unseen partner And me You held my dreams Pressed firmly against your body The mind can shatter without warning You pushed your way deep inside And I retreated among the ruins Listening to the birds chirp in the trees Shadows replaced the light in my eyes And in the absence of hope I grew up

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every day, he looked out the window, his inhibitions toppling over like dominos; he gawked at the blackbirds, all the same: he could not tell a friend from a foe. he never thought he’d go so far - as to slay ‘the raven’ with a crooked crowbar; his conscience dripped with sins, and rose - a thorny heap of fallacies, charred. he blamed the world for all he was; convinced in his soul that he had a good cause: it wasn’t enough to redeem his faux pas, so - he bore the tag of an ill-fated outlaw. of all the names, by which he was called, who knew - one day - he’d cease to show up? a child dead of his innocence, who never learned how to - as they say - ‘grow up!’

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Jan 3, 2025

Jan 3, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC

dead_poet

the raven is dead

every day, he looked out the window, his inhibitions toppling over like dominos; he gawked at the blackbirds, all the same: he could not tell a friend from a foe. he never thought he’d go so far - as to slay ‘the raven’ with a crooked crowbar; his conscience dripped with sins, and rose - a thorny heap of fallacies, charred. he blamed the world for all he was; convinced in his soul that he had a good cause: it wasn’t enough to redeem his faux pas, so - he bore the tag of an ill-fated outlaw. of all the names, by which he was called, who knew - one day - he’d cease to show up? a child dead of his innocence, who never learned how to - as they say - ‘grow up!’

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Tragedies that make your throat raw Injustice that sets the body aflame Pain that bares fangs and brittles hearts Blind rage that consumes the soul in a deafening roar Lust that desires only the satisfaction of flowing crimson Ugly beasts that corrupt and destroy sheltering inside our beautiful darkness Our passion for vengeance And the tragedy it breeds

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC

Thepheonix

From stone to steel

Tragedies that make your throat raw Injustice that sets the body aflame Pain that bares fangs and brittles hearts Blind rage that consumes the soul in a deafening roar Lust that desires only the satisfaction of flowing crimson Ugly beasts that corrupt and destroy sheltering inside our beautiful darkness Our passion for vengeance And the tragedy it breeds

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new thoughts bounce around my mind as fireflies did when I used to lie awake the sky-light opening the star-light showing and ice-wind blowing as I took a breath and believed all was right.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

bounce

new thoughts bounce around my mind as fireflies did when I used to lie awake the sky-light opening the star-light showing and ice-wind blowing as I took a breath and believed all was right.

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