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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Love And Harmony
by William Blake
Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
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To His Mistress Going To Bed
by John Donne
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though they 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 'tis your bed time.
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Thoughts In A Garden
by Andrew Marvell
HOW vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labours see
Crown'd from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-verged shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose!
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
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A Prayer For My Daughter
by William Butler Yeats
ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
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Innocence
by Everleigh Blackburn
Innocence of childhood,
Pure and untouched,
Like a blank canvas,
Waiting to be painted with colors of joy.
Giggles and laughter,
Fill the air with delight,
As little feet run freely,
Chasing after dreams.
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Why, mummy?
by Liam Dolphin
Why, mummy?
Mummy, why is that man smelly,
In his pop-up little tent.
Where is his pretty little bed?
Mummy, what happened to his arm and face?
Locked into place.
And why is he so sad?
When you can go to fairyland.
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Someday I'll Learn
by Leo W
I’ve been an open book so long
my binding’s come undone
my heart worn on my sleeve so long
I can’t wash out the blood
I walk through life with widened eyes
think everyone’s got Good inside
but if you ask the coroner,
he’ll readily attest
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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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