Joseph Tanner

Rookie (29/01/1982 / United Kingdom)

Innocence


Innocence is pictured differently through many eyes,
Blinded by the sheer beauty of it.
Picture perfect Mona Lisa,
Hard to believe in such innocence.
Innocence can be found in a virgin,
Until the devil cracks his whip with lust and dirty pleasure,
That will be flushed away.
Can innocence be found in me?
After all the crimes I’ve committed?
Fallen for my guilty pleasure,
I’ve lies that I’m going to take to the grave.
I have racial views that I’m not proud of.
Innocence that is taken by sexuality,
My love for men cast a shadow over me by many eyes.
Is innocence lost from the day we leave the womb,
Innocence is the eye of the beholder.

Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2005
Edited: Sunday, January 01, 2006

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  • Rookie Raven Mcgovern (5/3/2011 9:48:00 PM)

    I like the thought of innocence as a pure thing and a good thing I guess what your saying is true, innocence like beauty is in the eye of the beholder... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Troy Clark (4/22/2008 8:53:00 AM)

    This is a good poem, Innocence can be desribed as many things, its a great metophore. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nancy Winter-Miranda (4/26/2006 8:54:00 AM)

    What a wonderful and beautiful, yet so very sad, poem. I truly enjoyed it, and as I read it, I felt every image burn into my heart. Thank you for sharing of yourself. Hugz, Nan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Nagy (12/30/2005 9:30:00 PM)

    I suppose innocence can be many things Joseph..........good question though. Nice poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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