Purity Of Snow
Love has a purity
an innocence
like untread virgin snow.
Don’t go tramping
all over it
with muddy work boots.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Magnificence
In each of us lies the brilliance of fresh morningdew,
shined upon by glorious sunrays.
In each of us lies a promise,
like a rosebud waiting to bring forth a beautifull flower.
In each of us lies an inmeasurable kindness,
vast as the ocean which is full of love for all life.
In each of us is an innocence and purity,
just like fresh snow that charmes us.
In each of us is a strong presence that cannot be denied,
much like the air we breathe.
In each of us is an innocence,
just like fresh snow which enchants us.
One can summise we are all of that and more,
cause each of us is a living miracle!
poem by Ruerd Visser
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Innocence Inspires Paradise Harmonies
Innocence is the question?
Innocence is X factor benediction?
Innocence is gift inspiration.
creation regeneration restoration.
Innocence is healing blessing specific
of purity beauty love touch unsold.
Innocence vibrant an angelic music
infuses paradise harmonics to enfold.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beautiful the Virgin
Beautiful is the virgin, whose tainted purity causes pity in all man's breast.
Innocence there is not, trickery is their everything.
Has no one spared a thought to wonder?
Has no one spared a spark to the imagination?
Beautiful is the virgin, deflowered filth.
Whore to those that pity such filth, anger against those disgusted by filth.
Innocence, an illusion with such vivid imagination, whose trickery is this?
poem by Prince Daugherty
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection
Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?
Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
No Name yet
Swirling
Twirling
Falling peacefully down
The snow covers the darkness of the land
It hides the blemishes and scars
That we have placed upon it
Us who call ourselves civilized
We may have started like the snow
Pure and white
So perfect and right
But just as the snow darkens
With every step taken
Our own innocence and purity
Disappears
poem by Amna Haleem
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Letters From Home
My dearest son, it's almost June
I hope this letter catches up with you
And finds you well
It's been dry but they're calling for rain
And everything's the same ol' same in Johnsonville
Your stubborn old daddy ain't said too much
But, I'm sure you know he sends his love"
And she goes on, in a letter from home
[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh
Like there's something funny
'Bout the way I talk
When I say, Mama sends her best y'all
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
"My dearest love, it's almost dawn
I've been lyin' here all night long
Wonderin' where you might be
I saw your mama and
I showed her the ring
Man on the television said something
So I couldn't sleep
But I'll be alright
I'm just missin' you
And this is me kissin' you
X's and O's"
In a letter from home
[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh
Cause she calls me honey
But they take it hard
Cause I don't read the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
"Dear son, I know I ain't written
But sittin' here tonight
Alone in the kitchen
It occurs to me
I might not have said this
So I'll say it now
Son you make me proud"
[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ai't scared
And our boots ain't muddy
But no one laughs
Cause there ain't nothin' funny
When a soldier cries
And I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Spanish Boots
(beck, stewart, wood)
I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
Long spanish boots on a so long!
I took a day job in bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
High spanish boots on a so long!
Dig it
I took a spanish haberdashery
Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, mr. nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said so long!
Laced up my high boots and so long!
Goodbye
... am on a job you see
cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots on and so long!
Put on my boots and said so long!
Those old spanish boots
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots
song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
It would be neat if with the New Year
for Miguel
It would be neat if with the New Year
I could leave my loneliness behind with the old year.
My leathery loneliness an old pair of work boots
my dog vigorously head-shakes back and forth in its jaws,
chews on for hours every day in my front yard—
rain, sun, snow, or wind
in bare feet, pondering my poem,
I’d look out my window and see that dirty pair of boots in the yard.
But my happiness depends so much on wearing those boots.
At the end of my day
while I’m in a chair listening to a Mexican corrido
I stare at my boots appreciating:
all the wrong roads we’ve taken, all the drug and whiskey houses
we’ve visited, and as the Mexican singer wails his pain,
I smile at my boots, understanding every note in his voice,
and strangers, when they see my boots rocking back and forth on my
feet
keeping beat to the song, see how
my boots are scuffed, tooth-marked, worn-soled.
I keep wearing them because they fit so good
and I need them, especially when I love so hard,
where I go up those boulder strewn trails,
where flowers crack rocks in their defiant love for the light.
poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Virgin Love
Virgin Love
By: Adam M. Snow
My first time loving heart;
I knew it from the start;
thus be a dream;
to let all sparkle and gleam.
If only thou knew my love;
was truly sent from above;
would I be here right now;
speaking a virgin's love vow?
How great is thy passion?
It pierces thee with fashion;
like a spear called lovers woe;
for I feel it's gentle flow.
Thus be a wish upon a star;
for I know who thou are.
Tis be but a virgin love;
sent from heaven like a dove.
Thus this be a lover's birth;
no money can equal its worth.
Thus it blooms gently like a rose;
and yet preciously it grows.
I have great affection;
for that girl in the moonlight reflection.
I am but a man unspoken;
with love never broken.
poem by Adam M. Snow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Boots
INFANTRY COLUMNS
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you.
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again);
Men--men--men--men--men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
Try--try--try--try--to think o' something different --
Oh--my--God--keep--me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Count--count--count--count--the bullets in the bandoliers.
If--your--eyes--drop--they will get atop o' you!
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again) --
There's no discharge in the war!
We--can--stick--out--'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But--not--not--not--not the chronic sight of 'em --
Boot--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
'Taint--so--bad--by--day because o' company,
But night--brings--long--strings--o' forty thousand million
Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again.
There's no discharge in the war!
I--'ave--marched--six--weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It--is--not--fire--devils, dark, or anything,
But boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Innocence Died With the Coming of Spring
The snow fell all night
In the morning
The world was transformed
Into a vision of purity.
Six months later
The weather warmed.
The snow melted
Revealing six months
Accumulation of dog turds
Perfectly preserved
And just as fresh
As the day they were laid.
These things can twist a
Young mind
They put the zap on mine
Fifty years latter
I cannot contemplate
Purity without
Wondering how long
It will take
For the snow to melt.
poem by Allan Thorne
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She is....!
She is the Symbol of many.....!
Her life has long history
She is.......
Love,
Beauty, Gratitude
Grace, Admiration, Sympathy
Innocence, Purity, Secrecy, Friendship...
Plotonic Love,
Passion, Calm
Slavish devotion, Protection, Good Luck
Reverence and Humility, Feeling of Love, and goddesses
Yes.....!
Above all Superstition......
blood of the Christian martyrs, Virgin Mary.Tear of Prophat
She is bit Tall
Her nails are sharp thorns
She wear petals and sepals
She is none but ROSE.
poem by Syed Ali Sagar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Innocence Is A Harmonic Restoration Seed
innocence is a blessing easily tarnished
innocence sees beauty even in dark souls
innocence has belief to calm brutal beasts
innocence is a sacred gift easily forfeit lost
innocence has faith to restore hardened hearts
innocence has vision to invoke creative remedies
innocence is a unique seed of passion harmonies
innocence has truth to see path to restorations
innocence has patience to work new miracles
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Forever in Boots
Swimming costume, bib and tucker
Stonewashed jeans or three-piece suits
Never going to be, a tidy looker
I am the man, forever in boots
Funerals, parties or weddings
Working days or evening pursuits
Planting flowers in their beddings
I am the man, forever in boots
I want to be forever in boots
I wear boots on land or sea
I can be a miserable old coot
If you hide my boots from me
In the ring wearing boxing boots
On a horse in my riding boots
At the riverside in Wellington boots
Happy to be the man, forever in boots
Man forever in boots
Seeks woman, to be his puss in boots
For country hikes, in walking boots
Eternal happiness, both; forever in boots
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Virgin
I could tell you a fairytale,
Hold your hand oh so small and frail,
But these lies are to no avail
In these blues
I could give you security,
Protect your eyes from what you see,
But I cant give you a guarantee,
Win or loose
Just trust in my love now baby,
Ill show you whats wrong,
Oh this is all I can give you baby,
So sing this song, sing it, sing it
Oh, we are virgin,
Just as bright as the blinding snow
Oh, we are virgin
And we just dont wanna let go,
We are virgin
Your skin is new and your eyes are wide,
Dont let that evil get inside,
I know its hard to run and hide,
In these times
So hold your face to the sun today,
Ill take your hand and well walk away,
Show them all you dont have to pay
For these crimes
Just trust in my love now baby,
Ill show you whats wrong,
Oh this is all I can give you baby,
So sing this song, sing it, sing it
Oh, we are virgin,
Just as bright as the blinding snow
Oh, we are virgin
And we just dont wanna let go
And so if you go away,
Ill keep the fire burning,
Keep the fire burning all night
All through the wind and the rain
Ill keep the fire burning,
Keep the fire burning
Just trust in my love now baby,
Ill show you whats wrong,
Oh this is all I can give you baby,
So sing this song, sing it, sing it
Oh, we are virgin,
Just as bright as the blinding snow
Oh, we are virgin
And we just dont wanna let go,
We are virgin
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
No Snow?
Fluffy snow should be all around,
covering the houses, trees and ground.
But all I see is this annoying rain,
and muddy floors giving me such pain.
Snow, so beautiful and bright
please cover this disgusting sight.
Outside is cold, miserable and wet
but when there is snow I do not fret.
So again I will politely ask
please send some snow for this simple task!
poem by Kimberly Gaugh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Angels and Innocence
Angels and innocence,
Sweet and sincere.
Purity, beautiful,
Love from a child.
Christmas and picnics,
Running on grass.
Laughter and smiles,
giggling with joy.
Sunshine and cuddles,
Snuggles asleep.
Angels and innocence,
So perfectly sweet.
poem by Aashka Thakkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Innocence Taken
Innocence taken
by those who thought
that it was ok to lie
by those who thought
nothing matters
Innocence taken
no longer available
Innocence unable
to ever speak again
Innocence silenced
to soon
Innocence taken
there's no truth over the lie
Innocence taken
by those who thought
I'll be the same again
by those who thought
its ok to kill
by those who thought
it's ok to take
Innocence replaced
by fear and mistrust
Innocence disappeared
before it came
Innocence taken
by those who
laughed at every cry
by those who had none
Innocence reflecting
a little girls eyes
innocence taken away
without my permission
poem by Kiara Davar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Neutered Boots
Neutered Boots,
Looked at me as if I knew...
The agony of losing,
Jewels once cherished.
Like a bonding of a maleness,
Had been sliced and diced.
And I was petting him gently...
Just trying to be nice.
But Boots had never been kneed,
In the groin.
Or have an affection wished dismissed,
By someone close Boots had lived with.
Boots is a kitten!
He'll get over it.
However...
Not too many other cats,
Will come to appreciate...
Where Boots is at.
And Boots will have to learn that...
On his own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!