"inocent" poems
Excuse me Mam!
Can I intrest U in a mutural gift?
A possible win-win senario.
Please pause a moment from U'r very busy day.
Pause to listen and let down your guard.
I am very sincere!
Though i admit, a bit of an introvert.
But underneath it all, I am a good person.
I am dillagent and goal oriented.
Though i admit, a bit obsesive.
But underneathn it all, I am a good person.
I follow the Rules!
I try to please my peers and superiors.
Though i admit, not always accomplished.
But underneath it all, I am a good person.
My accomplishments are noteworthy
Though i admit, I am not of riches.
But underneath it all, I am a good person.
In some uncertain way,
My love of life is bonded by these chains.
Your inocent interest could set me free,
if only for a moment.
For the moment that U share,
I would be a transformed person.
Though i admit, not a person of the world.
But underneath it all, I can make U happy to.
Regards,
Jerry
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC
On a dark and frightening eve
When the clouds rolled in and the moon went black
Lay the body of an inocent man
Not a trace of fear could be seen on his blood stained face
Not a drop of his pure blood had been spilled without worth
Every sin and all wrongs were no longer our death sentence
As he had paid for our ransom with the holes in his hands and his feet
Wrapped in the clothes of the dead
Sealed in a tomb of stone
Rejoicing were the Angels in heaven
As the Son made His way home
But not for Long would he stay
For there on the third day
In the tomb of the dead
There lay no body at all
Our guilt and our shame were laid on the body of an inocent man
A man without guilt and without shame, a man who overcame death
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
On The Wind Shakes My Leafs
With The Words Disagrees My Beliefs
To Slash Hard My Heart And Stop The Beats
Bleeding Heart To Rest The Wreckage & The Leads
Harsh And Soft Or Whatever It Needs
This Is How The Monsters **** Slow The Beast
The Seasons Of Heart Goes Slow
N' Storm Without Rains Like A Life Without A Clue,
Some People Think It's Good For Implantations To Grow,
while I Keep Crying About The Flu
Darling I'm A Man Of My Words
I'm A Man Who Will Keep It Worth
Asking God To Heal My Wounds
Everyday Hopping It Will Take A Month
While You Went Hundred Of Steps Across The North
Baby Tell Me Why I Still In The back and forth
Around Few Words On The Diary & A Shadow On My Walls
Alot Of Pain In My Heart, To Live It As My Curse
While The Heart Beats Send To God The Morse
praying that will make your life better not worse
beside the amber eyes fire & water holds
to don't fall around people to allow the words
The Seasons Of Heart Goes Slow
N' Storm Without Rains Like A Life Without A Clue,
Some People Think It's Good For Implantations To Grow,
While I Keep Crying About The Flu
I Keep Running Like Child behind A falling Star
Serves to advance an Inocent mind
Tell me where all past years are?
Whenever I dance, my shadow went wild
I Raised My Cup To Reflect The Moon
Drunk Of Love, For This I Hate My Own
Thinking To Make A Step; late and soon,
Such Stupid hearts Flew, a Toxic boon
In Middle Of Your garden I Was The clown
Few Glimpses Would Make Me Less Forlorn
I Thought I Lost And She Thought She Won
She Thought I Lost The Crown
Kings When Turns into Darkness they never back down
Babe For this, for everything, we are Moving out of tune
Author / Aladdin Aures HAMDI
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
Perfect lips
Soft skin
Rebbelious side
Drenched in sin
So new to life
Yet nearly adult
From A-Z
She's made it
Unhappily
Clumsily tripping through phases
She starts with liqour
But **** smoke is thicker
She picks up a habit
Marlboro 27's
She kisses them sweetly
While stealing they're soles
Such inocent eyes
With such manipulative goals
She cries at night
But lets it all go
in the sun light
A beautiful creature
To say, at the least
Young lady with no morals
And a pocket full of cash
I guess she'll die while she's pretty
And live life fast
She's at the edge of 17 blossoming nicely
But baby watch out the real world is nasty
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
I've seen you quite a few times
Reacurring visits you made to me
In my dreams
You are of dark complexton
And ***** hair
Your a wide smile
That keeps me loaded
Your body
An amazing piece of architecture
Though your beauty soars beyond its means
You denie any truth of this
Your continuous laughter
Keeps my heart light
You speak of love
Of ***
You speak of my beauty
Though I disagree
We play like children
Not quite as inocent as it all has seemed
You have ran back and forth through all of my dreams
Up and down my blood you have streamed
I have fallen in love with a figment of imagination
Though real in my heart
I cry at the recognition
You are not physical
I cannot hold you in my hands
Caress your face with my fingertips
You cannot press your lips against mine
cannot let our hands intertwine
You share your thoughts with me
And I share mine
I see you night and day
While i'm in bed
Or in my head
I hope too see you
One day in the flesh
So we can color the pavement with gold
And count the stars
Untill we get to old
Now your a just a fantasy
Eating at my reality
Confusing me with what is and what is not real
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
you and you and you live
inside me like unknown songs
you sometimes throw me words that
make me forget I am language too
I dream the dregs of mystery like an inocent deer/apple/bird:
we are beyond categories we are elementary natural
we vibrate the nets of wonder with our finite fingers
the world is self-referential in my poems, so
when the sky is full of milk it becomes silence
when the sky is full of continents it loves its silence
you must reinvent the cycle of reciprocity if you want to feel the earth in between your dreams
your thoughts have paths of fire, mine are water slides
you sleep I dream you run I pause you sometimes sigh and I dance
oh, I allow only the mystery to preach for you in me not to forget
all words
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 10:03 AM UTC
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
she was thirteen, his daughter
and would constantly nag
him with questions
about work. He didn't wanna talk about work,
about the gruesome details of
it and all that, but edgy teenagers will be
edgy teenagers
She insisted
and he kept drinking and eventually
passed out on his side
She was excited
took his gun from the holster
and started studying it with passion
turning it on all sides, smelling it,
holding it close
to the face
and
BANG!
the bullet got her lower jaw
it was a ****** mess
and she was in pain and gagging on blood
and shards of bone and teeth
But...
to call for help right now
would be wrong.
The whole world would accuse daddy
and he had no fault. And mommy would
reopen the case and
have no problem gaining custody of her
**** This was bad!
This was so bad!
And it was getting worse,
she felt it. Felt close to fainting. Father was still
on the couch. Passed out drunk.
She had to take matters into
her own hands. Shambled
into the kitchen
and grabbed the cutting board from
the table
and dipped a finger in her ****** mouth
and wrote with it on the cutting board
MY FAULT
DADDY INOCENT
(with a single 'N')
She went outside holding the cutting board
and knocked on
the neighbor's door.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
It started off inocent enough,
As it always does;
You examined my hands,
"You have nice palms"
You said in that sweet singsong voice you use when you dont want to wake my mother,
Your head rested on my chest while we watched a rock documentary about Janis Joplin.
Eventually there were other sleepless nights spent rubbing thighs, elbows, lips, and every crevice of you I ever wanted to explore.
You never wanted to smoke but wanted me to,
I always felt bad but you never mind when my mouth tastes like ****
I remember once my neck was buried in your neck, and your scent brought a beat to my brain and music to my mind and all I could think was "I want this forever"
For some reason though I think youll just do this for a while and get bored, maybe make some art about it, who knows you usually do, I just wish you meant it when you tell me you love me, for some reason I cant see it, you have everyone on your heels and now after all this time of telling me " just friends, this should be platonic" you just decide that im good enough to be the choice now?
How do you expect me to believe that you love me when you have always told me that love was fake anyway?
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Can love be just a temporary attraction?
A physical and mind in-phase reaction?
Is everything subject to change in time,
Or is for infinite 'your hand in mine'?
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
Blowing kisses,
Is inocent she said,
As she drew the eye liner a little thicker across her eye lids,
Biting your lip,
Is perfectly okay,
As her lips bleed red,
Shade 918,
Uncrossing your legs,
Is a little inviting,
As the stilletos gleamed against the dim lighting,
She said,
Tight clothes,
Make me wanted,
She said as her body bended down,
A hand came down hard on her ***
Bra less see through shirts,
Add to the thrill,
Her ******* profound,
Lace lingerie,
Makes the boys drool,
I'm a burlesque babe!
Don't look shocked,
I was raised this way,
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I wrinkle my nose
And smell the salty air
So fresh and clear
I close my eyes
And listen to the waves kiss the shore line
I try to understand the secrets it holds
Resting my head on a pine
I glance at the waves
So strong and so sure
They know exactly what they're doing
And they don't hesitate
Where as the delicate shore is so vulnerable
And inocent and raw
The water is calm
no matter how big the waves are
It's peaceful here
It whispers to me
In a tongue I don't speak
Yet I long to understand what it is saying
Ohh the deep blue see
I wish I understood you
Knowing all you know
Seeing all you see
I close my eyes again and listen
One day maybe I will understand
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 8:00 AM UTC
A young boy at a store,
Spotted another boy across the door,
Just standing there on the floor,
And he would stare to adore.
Many questioned him,
And others were proud for him,
While some stared at the sky of august,
And others stared in disgust.
The young boy just kept on marveling,
At the other young being,
Who became the only living thing,
That he thought was worth watching.
His thoughts were not poisoned,
And they didn't come from the void,
That many find "pleasant",
For this boy was inocent.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
I always thought that I was living inside a book
Sometimes, well, actually most of the times
I felt that what happenned before my very eyes
Was nothing more than an illusion driven by my mood
I guess it started the day I realized I was alone
They would tell me: 'Everything is going to be fine'
They didn't know I was never going to believe their lies
How could I? They were such an empty amount of words
Will the day come? Yes, that day I'm talking about
The one when we leave all the onus behind
And feel ourselves reborn and routed into a new light
Or maybe that day will be as unreal as the ones we have now
Little did we know that the moment we got caught
In the knots of pain and fear
These will become endless tears
Tears, the words of our inocent hearts begging us to hold on
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Slowly
Oh so slowly
I'm thinking of happy love
Happy life
With the person I love
And then it comes
"Hey boy I'm you
The person you "love" would b so much better off without you
Can't you see she doesn't love you anymore
That she just feels pity
So she stays around to keep u calm
Just look at her and....him
Look how much they love eachother
Don't tear them apart
You can't be loved
Stop trying it's pointless"
No I refuse I still love her
She still likes me
He hurts her
Sure I have too but together we can make a change
We can love eachother once again
I know in my heart we can
She's all I have
"Don't you see you selfish little brat
The more you say those things the worse she feels
The more she hurts because Ur so lost
Your not inocent kid you cause much pain and harm"
No I refuse
This can't be true
All I do is try and love her
All I want is to be her only one
"Don't you see?!?!?! She already has the love she wants"
But I still love her
So much
She's all I think about
She's all I care about
"Your dragging her down kid"
I'm trying to lift us up on love
Together we can face any challenge as long as we have eachother
"She's better off without you"
I love her, she still loves me
Even with someone else she still loves me
"Your selfish and deluded"
This battle is never won only fought
"One day one side will win"
And then we will either be saved or destroyed
"Or you can join me in the shadows, un-noticed, unwanted, waiting for her to notice you, like the years before her you can be lost in the dark once again"
I don't want to come back there, I have feeling I have love I have hope
"We will see"
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
*I curl around you as you breathe deeply
Our bodies becoming one while we sleep
Breathing in unison we are almost unrecognisable as separates
The sunlight streams in as I wake and I watch you for a second
The freckles across your face mesmerize me
I mentally join them together in a dot to dot pattern
Somehow every morning there's a new path to discover
I lay my head next to yours and smile softly
I don't sleep yet, I want to hold onto this moment
I am in love with you and quite possibly the happiest I have ever been*
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
I dont want to know if your mother slapped you when you were a child, or your daddys love was very mild. There is NO excuse for abuse. And the fact you're hurting someone, molesting someone, torturing someone can never be disaproven or made "alright" just because you had a "rough" childhood. Guess what, I did aswell, people that read this did aswell, milions of people did aswell, yet they dont go about strangeling cats or murdering inocent dogs.They dont go about hitting women, molesting them, draining them emotionaly, or even worse ****** them.When will we learn the error of our ways, How can we be so dismayed by these beings that arent even human, but monsters, pure brutal, filthy animals, that if you ask me, have no right to live...
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
The brown found autnm
Was inocent on union street.
And I thought of what he
He said.
" why do we all turn dull
If necessary like the faded colors
Of running salmon".
Why do we inhale the thick burning air and never couph from
The smokes obituary.
I was young
And navy blue
He was old and
Hansome stash tan.
A scouts honor
Grows into man
And I learned to love
The final stage
Of covered land
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
Felt tipped bins, filled with finer finds. All my feelings inside, fall like ash in a hearth. You packaged doubt in a sponge, set it on the shelf. Till an inocent kid, rubbed his brains out. Three parts equally in the basket, everything a vessel. New wine skin, holds old wine just to rot the skin. Be made whole, stop smacking sticks against rocks. Just listen
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Standing alone in the dark
Forcibly to end your mark
Feelings of thought distorted and wild
Making you weak like an inocent child
The otherside; they said
Where all hopes are not lost
Like a man drifting away on the pool of the dead
Not knowing what lies ahead
Alone and scared with no one beside
Making your grand descent worst through the tide
Shouting and crying but no one can hear
Better yet go on until you disappear
Life is a journey
Full of ups and down
But when it goes blurry
Better not go frown
For it will stay inside you and linger
Until it devours your soul
No one can help you even by a touch of finger
Until a friendly mark appear like a hole
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC