Best Honesty Poems
She may be shaped like an apple or a pear
But this query may be asked in the world out there
It’s not a question you can easily dismiss …
Tell me does my bum look big in this?
She smiles sweetly and awaits your reply…
Tell me guys are you honest – or would you lie!
24th January 2015
It's time for some honesty about P D & Me.
I think I've taken this as far as can possibly be.
BILLYtheKidster, aka me
and the Poet Destroyer, aka P D
are both two separate individual personalities
NOT of me.
Separately!
BILLYtheKidster is all me
and Poet Destroyer, aka P D is 100% P D He/P D She.
Poet Destroyer Is Not Me.
It was fun however basking in P D's glory,
however so briefly.
Thank you P D.
theKidster, Wild Billy
Well I guess that ends this little mystery
(but then again, I may still be screwing with all of you psychologically)
We shall see?
GOD has made us with the same soil.
Some born as poor some enrich with gold foil.
No big house No luxury was on my cards of life.
You the rich decorate your doorsteps with
Black money lights.
You wake up and touch the smooth carpet threads.
Am the poor struggles for every day butter and breads.
I earn money for the pieces of food as my soul says.
You sold your self and put your honesty on stake everyday.
You the rich burns my house and count the bunch of
Lakhs.
I just wait for the clock of bad times to swap.
You lived the life of king and will not die with a single
Rupee.
I left empty handed whole life but my priceless honesty wraps me.
STRONG ME
everyone respects honesty
due to its sheer necessity
it helps to keep the trust running
by shunning the cunning ever
we too can be smart and clever
build a true world that is stunning
everyone respects honesty
due to its sheer necessity
honesty requires paying price
demands patience and sacrifice
it helps to keep the trust running
build a true world that is stunning
everyone respects honesty
due to its sheer necessity
Those who are completely truthful on the inside
will obtain the valuable draw of a quelled side
Their actions will be authentic and trustworthy
and will earn the respect of others as being worthy.
Integrity shines on the convoluted path of life
It will triumph despite life's continuous strife
Despite the situation, the mind utterly attacks
Sincere candor is always fruitful in all tracks.
Sincerity in our hearts will drive us to do all right
Causing an abundant and fruitful life path sight
May we all strive to learn and exhibit integrity,
helping us achieve success in our daily disparity.
Integrity is acting right without being seen
Integrity frees you, as there is little unseen.
Written: May 3rd, 2023
Honesty
Is omission dishonest, a deliberate deception,
Or is it a weapon, to use at my discretion?
To be open and honest of all of my flaws.
Or build walls, fences, barricades and doors?
I sit and I ponder just how much of me,
Is acceptable to divulge, or keep mystery?
Is knowing me enough; face value, to you
Will we come un stuck, if honesty’s the glue?
With whom do I entrust the lock to my key,
Or from whom do a guard my inner sanctity?
Should my life be laid open, naked and bare,
For all passers by who choose to stop and stare?
What if I leave one or two things out,
Does that give you the right to scream and shout?
If I accept my past journeys and allow you to see,
Can you say you won’t judge, with full clarity?
Life is not simple, a flat sea, a calm breeze.
The roads less travelled, some travel with ease.
So I ask once more,
Is honesty a trait or is it a flaw,
To be used as a weapon or settle a score?
Honesty-an orphan lost in the streets of apathy-desperately seeking a foster home to find!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 August 2018
I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Condolences or hugs, the sweetest rhymes,
Given as free as breath, to share or take,
True friendship’s memories of happy times.
How much is meant or lied I cannot guess,
But when men wish for kisses, ears to hear
Our dreams and heal our grief with tenderness,
We fail in finding ways to bring us near.
I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Men don’t. The very most that men will do
Is mock or give strong words. It’s our mistake
To hope the same old ways may bring us through.
Men still believe in strength, coping alone,
Deluded that a heart is made of stone.
Every year when taxes are due, I pay mine to the full,
Even though some other people call it a bunch of bull.
Some don't pay their taxes for there is an aberration.
As time goes by they holler, "Statute of Limitation".
They live in a life of luxury, these entitled few,
Expecting us to pay their way, since that is what we do.
The Statute of Limitation gives them a lucky break.
Never feeling that they owe, they just take, and take, and take.
And though the law may state, 'This tax is no longer in play',
An honest person loves this Land, and pays it anyway.
(And this applies to Everyone)
Do you ever think of tomorrow and wish you had a glance?
Tell me if you had a crystal ball would you take a chance?
Do you ever think of yesterday, a song you used to sing?
Embracing all the memories, joy and pain they would bring
In the space of your today, up underneath your skin
Do you find a certain comfort the one that’s born with-in?
There was a time in my life I really couldn’t stand myself
I was so confused as to what a man should hold as wealth
Every life has a turning point as it teeters to and fro
And sometimes it is very hard to know which way to go
There is no way to excuse the choices that I have made
And I’m the one who is to blame for prices I have paid
There is nobody else to blame for the things I’ve done
It was of my free will I chose, not to follow the chosen one
I rode with demons as they laughed and watched the angels cry
Never even once second-guessing or asking myself why
And I used to be a liar I would lie all the time
Was no end to the excuses come out of these lips of mine
But that was many years ago I’m not that man today
You see I found the Lord and got down on my knees to pray
I said, Lord as you know I’ve wasted every bit of my youth
Today what I’m asking of you Lord, please grant me the gift of truth
I figured truth and honesty would be a good place to start
To try and better understand how the bless the human heart
I quickly learned a lesson, a lesson of untold wealth
The trick to being honest is being honest with yourself
For if your honest with yourself to another you can’t lie
And if you just confess everything you have no reason why
My methods may not always appease but know these words are true
Honesty is the motivating factor behind everything I do
And everybody knows it they don’t even question why
They know I would have lied about myself if I were going to lie
And the reason that I know this I’m very proud to say
Is by the comments left to me just the other day
I just wanted thank everyone for their supportive
comments the other day. You have became such
an important part of my day I would be lost with
out you guys, God bless, MJ
I loved her, and O! How I meant not to!
To be my dead wife's husband, and a friend
Respectful of her sister, humble, too,
And now, respect and friendship're at an end.
I thought that I could keep my feelings out
Of any interaction that we had,
I thought that I had bound them, with ropes stout
And just for feeling, now, I feel so bad!
I thought the perfect gentleman could say
'I love you', without burdening my friend
But that was not the way Reality lay,
I tried, desire, to admiration, to bend.
O! You eternal fool, who could not be
Nor silent witness, nor a still, calm sea!
Women of a certain age
Pour hearts out on the written page.
Tarnished by a tangled past
Now silence gained a voice at last.
Between raising kids and husbands too,
And survival, jobs, free moments few,
Recording life behind their eyes,
The chores got done and families thrived.
Beauty wanes, youth’s spark subsides,
But a women’s wisdom steadily abides.
She stares out from her quiet home,
May the drumbeats of her heart be known.
Her favorite pen is close at hand
The fiercest sword within the land
For the woman who lived the fullest life,
Tells truth of human joy and strife.
Beware they say, she’s old and wise
No longer concerned with outward guise
She’s just as likely to boldly slay us,
To cut us down,and coldly play us.
Unshackled now from mediocrity,
Beware the woman who's been set free.
You want to hear me say I’ll love you forever.
And yes, I well could say those very words to you:
For after all, they simply state the current truth.
But at the risk of seeming callous or uncouth
They’re also words one could easily misconstrue.
And whether couched in language simple or clever,
In timeworn expressions or phrases fresh and new,
All such words would ultimately be misleading—
For how can anyone pledge a love undying?
The future’s hidden—to deny that is lying.
And nothing lasts forever… still, since you’re needing
Reassurance, this much at least I’ll promise you:
You are the best-beloved of my heart today:
I can’t foresee I’ll ever feel another way.
November 14, 2019
NB: This is an "almost sonnet"-- but differs in line length (12 syllables instead of ten) and, instead of having three quatrains before the couplet, I have used two sestets with an ABCCBA DEFFED rhyme scheme. Also, the lines, while each of 12 syllables, do not really have any consistent metrical structure. By the bye, the word beloved here is meant to be pronounced adjectivally, that is, with three syllables: be-'LOV-ed.
Material items are valued as great wealth
but what I treasure above all else
are the qualities of truth and honesty.
I've no tolerance for deception and lies.
I'll remain true to my integrity, so
when looking into a mirror, I have
respect for the person staring at me.
It’s not easy to be honest
The simplest questions are hard
One’s like, what do you really want
How can I honestly answer
Not knowing what want even means
Things are relative and fluid
Understand- things change all the time
Fragrances transform into thoughts
Thoughts transform into images
Images are hopes in my mind
What of honesty- it’s a word
What of words- can they be honest
It’s difficult to be honest