Honesty Poems - Poems about Honesty

you were so honest there was an extinction of lies so i'll miss you the same way the stars miss the morning skies...

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When you have none to clean your spectacles, You wait for the miracle, That is when I come to you, And clean it and give it back to you. When you cannot but polish your shoes, And your frail hands tremble, Then I come as the captain of your cruise, As you begin to grumble. Love is filled with gratitude, It does not accompany...

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torn between two hearts— soft paws, warm smiles interlace love howls or whispers...

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Thou hast engaged my hand, With your fairy’s magic wand, The ring which you placed on my finger, Along with which I do all around your house- doth Linger. Thee fairy more graceful even compared to Venus, Thou pierced my heart with thy kindness, I will forever with you be, As I respect thy love and thee. Thou hast the eyes of a...

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I cut myself last night Playing with broken glass Trying to make myself whole again To see from a different angle Staring in the rearview mirror Driving in reverse, trying to go forward Looking to soothe doubt By touching the void Indulging insecurities The cold comfort of fear Testing my honesty Waiting for the axe to fall But you held onto me That scared little boy no-one...

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Angela and Angelica, I'm not a silica, I'm not Amelia, I'm more like hydrilla, Moving with the water current, I love my husband, He is my fashion idol, Is there too much to ask, No, I rather be with him from dawn to dusk, He is the boy I admire, He is not what I desire, But on what I require, He is on the Esquire, A requited...

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I've been crying too long It feels like my eyes are bleeding You claim I'm the only one who is wrong I guess accountability is what you're conceding I was never perfect But I tried my best Your feelings faded And you know the rest I've been going through too much I haven't had time in a while Not even...

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In an Instant A towering temple of trust Is not built in a day, in an instant But spans over years and years; From laying of its base of sincerity To its inner shrine of beauty It is wrapped with the cement of honesty Sprinkled with water of...

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"Hoping all your consequences are happy ones." Bob Barker on Truth or Consequences Mediacraft attacks could conclude if words split wrong from right. Grace and mercy would grant latitude but truth would upend the fight. Worthy upshot holds much in store yet, integrity is worth much more Worthy upshot worthy upshot would find mediacrats ending word wars for lying is moral turpitude, depravity, sin. But who...

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Not one poet here, should be assumed a poetic jerk! So when you become Shakespeare overnight, it makes my body twerk! Nor, have another poet write a poem for you.. Trying to fool us- double shame on you two! Some here, do it on a regular, shameless basis~ Do you realize, it makes you so very faceless? And I know, without...

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Forgive me my dearest friend please, I remember the days with your intimacy, ...

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In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone, Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone. She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips, "My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped." Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace, She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space. For Charles, the one she loves, but he...

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(Entered in Line Gauthier Contest, BiteSize Contest No 103, Deadline April 2025) six string honesty, three chords of country guitar, this microphone's hers....

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A symphony’s no symphony if it is never heard A poem is no poem at all if it contains no word A rainy day’s a rainy day unless it brings some joy A prized possession’s valueless if treated as a toy A summer is not summer if winter frosts still fall A bitter heart’s no blessing for it is closed...

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Some say your words act as a balm A fleet of sweet tidings Sailing into a gray dawn. With white sails riding On the heels of a grand mast That sways without invoking A need for true ballast. It seems as though your rage That spars with mine among the waves Has now chosen to disengage From me among the graves... Of sailors lost at sea Displaced...

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