Poetry About Innocence Novels & Stories

"A sinful remedy, An evil enemy that grants false clarity. Once you start, it grips your soul, You cannot escape; it's in control. life's problems disappear, The world becomes a paradise, free of pain and all fear, Sedated under a spell as you drift away, Forgetting the fact that there's a price to pay Your bodystarts shaking, your beart's now aching: Your bead starts spinning, the world turns blurry, Limbs go numb, and you start to worry, You scream and cry, but no ones near, motionless, overwbelmed with Endless fear. you fade away and see the light, addiction claims your soul tonight" Zack starred at me, almost like captivated by my words. I could feel how touched he was by the poem. "That

My scream fades into a sob as they drop me like garbage onto the stone. But even in this sea of horror, a glimmer of innocence dares to exist. A small rogue child, barefoot and wide-eyed, wanders into the ring. He looks no older than six, his bones fragile, ribs too visible beneath torn cloth. He approaches with a kind of innocence that shouldn’t exist in this place and gently sets a wildflower beside me. A dandelion. Crushed and wilting—but real. I gasp. “For you,” the boy says, voice barely audible.

I would wrap them in layers of love, shielding them from the harshest of winters, and nurturing their spirits with the flickering flames of hope. With newfound purpose, I turned to Jenny and Jacob, their eyes filled with innocence and trust. They were oblivious to the harsh realities that plagued our lives, and it was my duty to ensure their innocence remained intact for as long as possible. They deserved a childhood unburdened by the hardships that surrounded them.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

Not as kids you'd like to insult or punish for not knowing Behind every poem lies a story and a great take on the challenges Life offers the Poet. Through his poems he shall speak of truth and hope. In every magnum opus is a deep never-ending well of doubts, curiosity, fear and mission to be heard and seen. If you must write a poem, you must always take it easy, feel the atmosphere before you go ahead. If you are reading one now, I hope you could find answers beneath your questions, answered wishes and a person to talk to.

“Oh, this is nothing,’’ I whispered to myself before walking off to the opposite direction happily, one unhappy moment can not undo and outweigh all the good time and memories that we had created together, that was just impossible. The bell rung and I rushed off to English class, the teacher asked everyone to write a poem down as she went round and I couldn’t seize the moment better, this was my chance to outshine everyone. Ye god of beauty, Ooh Israelite god lost in earth Ye is full of walking metaphors and perfections A breath oozes love and makes beautiful flowers to blush Like a virgin caught in a midnight dance with bachelors Thou eyes glow like molten lave and hot coals, healing broken

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

I watched him cross the clearing with the attention of someone who is trying not to watch and is not entirely succeeding, and the clearing around me seemed to exhale with the quality of a thing that has been holding its breath and has finally been given permission to breathe, the leaves finding their movement again and the birds finding their voices and the wind finding the particular direction that made the most sense for the morning. The young Omegas had completed their exercises without knowing what else had happened in the same space, and their faces were the faces of people who have been changed by the morning in the ways they were intended to be changed by it and are carrying those cha