Innocence Poems
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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Hymn 157
by Isaac Watts
Satan's devices.
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
And threatens to destroy;
He worries whom he can't devour
With a malicious joy.
Ye sons of God, oppose his rage,
Resist, and he'll begone;
Thus did our dearest Lord engage
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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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Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed
by John Donne
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though he 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 it is bed time.
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The Flea
by John Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be;
Thou knowest that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead.
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered, swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
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The Road of Innocence
by Mario Odekerken
It begins
in the quiet breath of morning,
where the air still trusts
every step you take.
Shadows are soft here,
and the sky has not yet
learned the weight of storms.
Each footprint
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Beyond the Screen: A Child's Plea
by Aditi Hayaran
"Oh dear baby,
Come on, little honey,
You're so cute!
Perform for mommy for money.
This will get you known.
Leave the toy, let's practice.
Pick up the phone."
"Oh, see, you're famous!
Followers in millions, you see?
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Presumed Innocent
by Mario Odekerken
They say the burden is not mine-
that I am untouched,
until the proof is placed,
until the weight leans hard enough
to tip the scale.
But suspicion is not silent.
It has a shape,
a breath that fills the room before I speak.
Eyes linger too long.
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जब दिल टूटा (Jab Dil Toota)
by Christine Kuruvilla
Jab dil pehli baar toota toh laga
ki shayad dil toh bachcha tha,
Pyaar kya hai use pata hi na tha.
Jab dil doosri baar toota toh ye laga,
saala unmein hi kuch galat tha,
Ab toh hum sab jaane, dil toh bachcha na raha.
Par jab dil teesri baar toota, toh tabah hi ho gaya,
Kyunki ab dene ko kuch na baaki?
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to be real
by Rikske Kessner
Velveteen Rabbit:
left forgotten on the floor,
overlooked, shy, sawdust-made,
snubbed by the grand and mechanical,
a world of prideful toys,
and absent understanding.
Timothy, the wooden lion,
boasts of his noble ties,
the painted boat speaks
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