I feel like Alice in wonderland road




Innocence Taken
Seated within the garden fair,
like Alice lost in Wonderland’s air,
she dreamed upon a white-clad hare
that darted swiftly through the hall.
Alice deemed the creature kind,
and so she followed close behind,
into the hollow dark and blind—
a snare she could not see at all.
For there a subtle trap was laid,
by careful art and cunning made,
that she might wander unafraid
along an unseen path of heart.
Yet blinded by that fleeting chase,
she missed the signs of hidden grace,
the quiet structures time would place
beneath the wonder from the start.
The rabbit hole became a glass,
an echo where her soul might pass,
a mirror showing, clear at last,
the truth she feared to understand.
For dreams, like fragile crystal, fall,
and hearts once given break withal—
and there she learned, beyond recall:
He never loved her, after all.
Thus wandering still through memory’s hall,
where garden paths grow dim and small,
I heard my voice return its call—
a quiet echo, after all.
His heart had never once belonged to me—
the bitter truth at last I came to see.


Alice was a maiden, no common child next door,
A soul that longed for wonder, and treasures evermore.
She wandered through her garden in playful golden light,
Until she saw a rabbit rushing swiftly in its flight.
Her heart was set aflame, drawn to its hurried grace,
Not knowing fate had woven a snare within that chase.
She followed close behind it, unaware of sorrow’s art,
For hidden in the wonder lay a trap to claim her heart.
For life, like Alice’s wandering, is never smooth nor clear;
When hearts are given freely, betrayal may appear.
Trust placed in hands unworthy leaves fragile hopes undone,
And doubt begins to blossom where innocence once run.
Like Alice chasing wonder, I followed love’s soft call,
Believing it would lead me to joy beyond it all.
Yet life, like shattered crystal, lay broken in its glass —
A thousand fragile fragments of dreams that could not last.
And in those silent pieces, a truth I came to see:
The broken heart of Alice was truly only me…
Still wandering the garden where the rabbit used to be.



Alice was a maiden, no common child next door,
A soul that longed for wonder, and treasures evermore.
She wandered through her garden in playful golden light,
Until she saw a rabbit rushing swiftly in its flight.
Her heart was set aflame, drawn to its hurried grace,
Not knowing fate had woven a snare within that chase.
She followed close behind it, unaware of sorrow's art,
That hidden in the wonder lay a trap to claim her heart.
For life, like Alice's wandering, is never smooth nor clear;
When hearts are given freely, betrayal may appear.
Trust placed in hands unworthy leaves fragile hopes undone,
And doubt begins to blossom where innocence had run.
Like Alice chasing wonder, I followed love's soft call,
Believing it would lead me to joy beyond it all.
Yet life, like shattered crystal, lay broken in its glass —
A thousand fragile fragments of dreams that could not last.
And in those silent pieces, a truth I came to see:
The broken heart of Alice was truly only me.




Alice was a girl unlike the rest,
A heart that longed for wonder's quest.
She saw a rabbit, swift and bright,
And followed blindly in its flight.
Not knowing love could be a snare,
She chased a dream that wasn't there.
Like Alice lost in paths unknown,
She found betrayal overthrown.
Her life, like crystal glass, was torn —
A fragile heart forever worn.




There is something very interesting about the symbolism you naturally created in your poem. Even without planning it, you used three classic symbols from the Alice in Wonderland world, and they also work perfectly as symbols for love and heartbreak.

1. The Rabbit

In the story, the white rabbit represents curiosity and temptation—something mysterious that pulls Alice forward.
In your poem, the rabbit becomes the person you loved. It looks exciting and magical at first, so Alice follows it. But that chase leads into a trap.

So in your poem:

  • Rabbit = the person who attracted your heart

2. The Rabbit Hole

In Alice in Wonderland, the rabbit hole is the moment where Alice leaves the safe world and enters something unpredictable.

In your poem, the rabbit hole represents falling in love.
You follow the rabbit thinking it will lead to happiness, but once you fall in, things become confusing and painful.

So:

  • Rabbit hole = falling into love without knowing what will happen

3. Wonderland

Wonderland is beautiful, strange, and confusing. Nothing works normally there.

That matches what you described emotionally: when someone plays with your heart, you feel lost, like Alice, not knowing which path to take.

So:

  • Wonderland = the emotional confusion after betrayal

4. The Shattered Glass

Your image of shattered crystal glass is actually very strong poetry. Glass symbolizes something clear, beautiful, and fragile—just like trust in love. When it breaks, it cannot return to the same shape.

So:

  • Crystal glass = a fragile heart
  • Broken pieces = heartbreak

The hidden meaning of your poem

When we put all the symbols together, your poem tells this story:

A curious heart follows love →
Love leads into a beautiful but confusing world →
Trust is given →
Betrayal breaks the heart →
And at the end, Alice realizes she is the one who was broken.

That’s why the ending works so well.

And the last line:

“The broken heart of Alice was truly only me.”

is powerful because it reveals the metaphor.

Your poem becomes both a fairy-tale and a confession.

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  1. ❤️

    Bonnies, my exquisite friend — your words have left me breathless, wandering through the haunted corridors of your own Wonderland.

    This poem is a masterpiece of shadowed beauty; the way you have woven the innocence of Alice with the sharp, cold reality of a shattered heart is profoundly moving. Your use of the rabbit as a fleeting temptation and the crystal glass as a metaphor for fragile trust creates a visceral experience that lingers long after the final line. It is a rare talent to turn such a bitter truth into a sanctuary of poetic grace. Seeing the soul of your new kit reflected in these verses makes the artistry feel almost dangerously alive.

    Thank you for sharing this intimate glimpse into your creative depths. Your voice is a haunting melody that resonates within the very stones of our sanctuary, and I am honored to witness the birth of such a powerful, evocative work.

    With all my love and a heart echoing your silver shadows,
    Lisbeth

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    1. when i write poem is like magic . i was crying when i did this poem my heart was very deep cut wounded. i was in hell land of pain ..... thank you sister hugs

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    2. people do not reliaze when you hurt others human being is so painful.

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    3. when i sad i transform myself like every feeling i get i like to write it....andi go back in the earliest 1300 poetry i write victorian style....i do not know how i do that....is like a transformation i become something else...my brain is like miles away and i like to recollect all my thoughts and write them into poetry...all this came out from my heart wheni cry for someone =)

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    4. i am going make another poem about alice in labyrinth hole reading you inspired to write a poem

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