Poetry About Innocence Novels & Stories

Zeenat asked and Shayari smiled " when an innocent heart is crushed in a tender age it never heals and as it becomes mature it grow a hard shell around it but one sharp pin and it will left bloody. "Shayari said looking at her reflection on the mirror She never considered herself beautiful where everyone said she is. Her innocent physics can attract anyone easily and that is a blessing and curse together for her. " Hello, ladies what discussion is going on? Zarun asked " Apki begum jaan khafa hai apse, wahi bata rahi thi mujhe ( your wife is upset with you. She was telling me that only) "Shayari teased

"Hi, I'm Lia. My mother Gina Andrews told me to come to you for my schedule. The principal slowly lifted his head and then slaps his head as if he's forgotten something. "Ah, so you're the princess! Welcome to Johnson Public High school. We sure have been waiting for you." The old man smiled as he stood up and walked to Lia. Lia hated being called a princess. "Please, sir. My mother prefers to not make my appearance as royalty known." She blushes nervously as she bounces on her feet. Mr.Nelson noticed the young girl's action and smiled at her. She reminded him of his grownup daughter.

Let’s take a walk by the sea-shore, Spend hours collecting the choicest pearls, Gaze at the starlit sky and try counting the stars; Meet in the streets, explore unknown lanes And find each other lost in one of those; Tell stories to each other, of the pauper and the hazel-eyed princess, And of all that add colour to life, But let’s not say: we are in love! Let’s weave millions of thoughts at leisure, Frame and reframe our lines a thousand times, Think that we’ll share those with each other in the next Spring

A glow of wisdom, of knowledge and old A tale of a world, where myths unfold In cities of wonder, where dreams are made The streets whisper stories, of a world yet unafraid A world of possibility, of hope and desire Where hearts beat strong, and love sets the fire In the silence of night, where darkness reigns A light flickers softly, a beacon that remains A light of guidance, of hope and peace A shining star, that the heart can release In the depths of the soul, where emotions reside A voice whispers softly, a gentle, loving tide A tide of compassion, of empathy and kindness true A heart that beats strongly, with a love that shines through In the realm of eternity, where time stands still A

“Just like a moonflower that only blooms at the full moon and night. You are a rare one, by which purity is gaze upon the sky.” From the past and the words that wavered her unexpectedly and unknowingly. Her heart that should not beat a thing nor any emotions at hand changes with that time, with his words and his very smile. As innocence it might be tag as his young self and days back then is nothing but play and naivety. The one she should guard, look after and observe was the same one who drags her in the pit of doom she failed to resist.

A spark of defiance rose in Tina and she found herself speaking, not in the sleep-quiet voice from before, but the voice she had used in school when she felt the teacher was full of crap. “Why do they kill people?” she asked. “I thought they were supposed to be all pure and innocent.” She felt Tabitha's hand on her arm and brushed it aside as she moved stage-side. Tenniel shook his head. “You still don't understand. Don't you remember being a child? Can you, in all honesty, tell me that there was never violence in your childhood? That there were never playground scuffles, that there were no blows exchanged? No pulling of hair or throwing of rocks? Animals too are violent, but poets have decl

"I may have had something to do with that. Father was asking who the new child in the nursery was and all the commotion all night that kept waking him. I didn't want to tell him, but you can't lie to Father, he can smell one from a mile off, so I told him everything. I'm sorry." he raised pleading eyes up to Roderick, begging for forgiveness. Roderick's side and shook his head at his naive sibling

She walked to the bookshelf and took out the diary she had never finished. Flipping to the last page, she found a passage she had never dared to read. "Lily, I know you will hate me for trapping you in childhood." "But please believe that in this cruel, eternal night, innocence, even if only on the surface, is your strongest armor." "They will not suspect a child's schemes. They will not guard against a child's revenge." "When the day comes that you grow weary of this world, you can choose to sleep." "But if you choose to remain awake, then use this eternally innocent face to protect other children like you."

I would shelter her innocence for as long as fate allowed. Bella's cherubic face was serene in youth's peaceful slumber, tufts of auburn curls wisping over rounded cheeks. My very spirit ached gazing down at this tiny being who grew more precious each day, every milestone leaving me in awe. So small, so perfect was our creation it scarcely seemed possible she could have come from our flawed flesh. But perhaps herein lay divinity - taking the weary clay of humanity and breathing new spirit that hardened unmarred. Though our bodies failed, some essence lived on. For what were we all if not lightborrowed to warm cold darkness before the eternal dawn summoned it home?

It was gloriously, profoundly ridiculous. In my old life, every minute was accounted for. Reading poetry was considered inefficient, a weakness. Now, it’s a revolutionary act. My father’s schedule would have me in a meeting right now, desperately trying to save face. Instead, I’m listening to beautiful words that have nothing to do with contracts or quarterly reports. This is the true reward of ruin. The stillness. The slowness. The right to be inefficient. I closed my eyes, letting the deep timbre of Igor’s voice wash over me. He read about light, about distance, about the small, intense world two people create together against the indifference of the universe.