Truth Poems | Examples of Truth Poetry

a key sways gently—secrets linger beyond the lock silhouettes dance silently—truth hides between their steps ...

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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so William Shakespeare It is all about perspective and that is key to heart Shiny blade of cutting edge, do you kill or butter pray tell, OH, Sitting knife ! Shall I use my quill and write about you as you are...

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Poindexter was irritated about his name His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances. Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F? He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful. His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him. He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why. They looked...

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When I write of “home”, it’s not them I’m aching from, just the world outside. ...

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When words spring from lips in motion, what they say “in the first place” is often lost in translation, a soothing lotion, misunderstood… for ears may hear, but seldom truly listen. Amid the confusion of lost libretti spoken with a voice so clear, yet, passage of thought becomes murmurs, and misperception triggers truth to veer. William James, The Father of American Psychology, reflects, his voice calm...

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I have met you in my mind, You have been a reflection of my desire. I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror, You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes. I never judged you inside the canvas, Never found you in my head, Never placed you on the stage, Never let you out of my heart. So many people to see, So...

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Age hasn’t softened me Weakened me a bit, perhaps I speak of a truth I’ve earned Cherish the right to speak it Often to the trees and stars Sometimes cursing those in cars I ponder often the mystery of Whose truth is truer Can all truth’s be true Or must one concede Tap-0ut in accepted defeat My mother told us “the truth only hurts when it’s supposed...

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I'm the vibes, they're the vipers I give healing, them keep killing Words my medicine, call me words smith Deceit and betrayal their weapons I call them cobra, them are snitches. I'm the owner Them the controller I always act like I own or know nothing They're so ruthless Acting like they own or know it all. I'm the completer They're the...

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the hum of cicadas a drone that dissolves into something larger the mango tree outside not just bark and leaf but a vessel brimming with the sun's gold a silent testament my own skin, porous aware of the breeze carrying whispers from unseen petals no need for the steeple or the chanted word the sacred breathes in the pause between thoughts in the shared glance with a passing stranger this feeling unburdened by name a...

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OVERCOMING THE STORM Into the storm I must venture, knowing that any attempt to flee only prolongs the ravages. Like any storm, it is relentless and destructive, just as a well-organized group of savages. It rips and tears at the flesh with sharp talons, trying to gouge deeper into the muscle. Perceived as high and lofty, it disregards...

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Sometimes the best way to love life is by speaking to others that make you smile and feel love! As men we are given the task of being the pursuer, well this is not always the case. What can a person say but think of a Snow White Dove! Wanting a wife and children has now become a...

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If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth, When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully. Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain, Now, when...

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What lesson this, God's gift to humankind, this nitid imago sent to spellbind? Should I see through His eyes a thousandfold, the dazzling blue flitting of love untold. A grace. A gift from Heaven, angels sing. This unspoken Truth of Hope on the wing....

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New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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Freedom's foundation Birthed in choice Thus emerges Liberty's irony Freedom feels fatiguing...

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