Poems On Innocence Novels & Stories

That blend of her innocence and tenderness could make anyone go crazy to taste the outcome’s sweetness. She could be read by anyone, could be tarnished by anyone, and could be deceived by anyone. Anyone like him. Because he too forced her and suppressed her like this. She was left at his mercy. She had shown him that the innocence sought in heaven was alive in today’s times.

A Poem by Sea People are selfish by nature, silently enjoying the ill-fated decisions by other people Known as pure white stones behind the tall strong walls but are truly wicked Innocence and grace are long forgotten after being corrupted Treachery was present for everybody wants to be on top of the steeple A group of masked people trying to solve their next moves like a riddle Fragile like a glass on the outside but they were all the same: tainted Worshipped by all. They can burn you alive but are still treated like figures who are sainted

Stacy remembered a poem she learned in her literature classes back in senior secondary. Unparalleled beauty, worth the praise a maiden,resembling a starry night beautiful to gaze,forbidden to touch a deadly weapon, to the mankind But in this case it was not maiden,but a man . Whose beauty was intoxicating,like a thousand old wine.This beauty was hers. Here's to corrupt,hers to own,here's to possess,hers to dominate and she couldn't be any happier.

Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it? I analyze every trace of the beautiful face the dark threads falling so perfectly, a princess being poisoned by the belief of protection to the kind of heart. My little nymph sighs between the bed sheets. I inspire the delicate perfume completely obsessed with the vision of an unreachable paradise for a demon but at my fingertips, I would not let it escape.

"Leave my daughter Accardi! She is innocent!" She shouts and I get up from my seat, placing my hands back in my pocket and towering over him. "Innocent? Innocence doesn't mean anything in our business David,it is just a weakness. This 10 year boy was innocent,but did you spare him?" He gulps to look up at me. "My Amara was innocent but what did you did?" I ask stepping more closer to him ,he takes a step back afraid. "You killed her innocence. You tainted her skin in scars,you broke apart her delicate heart.

What was the point of them clinging to whatever thin line they thought they hadn't crossed yet? I was already dead, killed by his beloved. Whatever evidence that remained had been destroyed by him. Three days eventually passed, and Jerome hadn't called me once. … After Caroline fell asleep, Jerome quietly left the room. He walked out to the balcony for a cigarette. This time, he sat alone at the little table I frequently used and drummed his finger lightly on the surface. I chuckled bitterly. This was the spot I imagined us sharing, whispering to each other under the moonlight.

"But slowly, I realized she’s too naive for this world. She’s too naive and innocent for you." The words slammed into me like a hammer. Too innocent for me? I thought that too. Once. In the beginning. But I had been wrong. Iris wasn’t innocent. Not in the way Susan meant. Naïve, yes—too trusting, too foolish, too willing to believe in love when it had been the very thing tearing her apart. But innocence? That was a lie. A lie people told themselves when they saw her big, spellbound eyes. A trick of the light, an illusion that made them underestimate her.

I struggled to escape from his grasp as I'm suffocating, but he choked me even harder till I could feel my eyes roll at the back of my head. "You deserve all of this because you are the daughter of a sinner! You have no right to live a peaceful life!! PEOPLE LIKE YOU DESERVE TO LIVE MISERABLY!!" Tyler said then pushed me hard as he let go of my neck making me fall back to bed. I coughed so hard struggling to breathe some air desperate for life. "Haaaa! Haaa! Cough!... Even if... Haaa! The father is. Cough! a sinner... that doesn't mean cough! everyone in the family's the same! Cough! Cough!" I spoke even when I'm struggling for air.

Viren walked outside and saw his wife was in the society garden, playing with puppies. She was happily feeding her. Puppies are jumping, barking and playing around her. She was looking so happy with them. Viren was standing there silently and watching her with a smile on his face. He thinks, looking at her,”She is so pure and innocent just like a child. No evilness and no cleverness.” He walked closer to her and said,”Pia, please I want to talk to you. Please, just 5 minutes.” She looked at him, then nodded. He was going to speak but she stopped him and said,”I am coming.”

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.