Best Lifetruth Poems


Duty of Being Human

I don't show it, but sometimes,
I slip into the serene sanctuary
of a sound slumber, and I arrive
in dream with feet rooted in 
the peak of a hilltop that
overlooks the masked shadow of 
human nature, and allows me sight
into the depth of a spirit.

It is here, on this brink
of my softest sense,
I rediscover the cycle of
what breathes and lives
And detach my existence
from the restraints of 
a myopic perspective.
Using what crumbles away
of my former perception
as means to remedy the
illness of possessing an ego,
I search.

And, I find truth.

I find truth in the significance
of being insignificant by a closer
comparison to trees, insects, and 
water.
And my head descends in shame
from vice of mistaking 
point of view for purpose.
For the world moves while I
stand frozen on this hilltop,
And these bugs I squash,
trees I ignore, and water I waste
do more for this existence than I.

And of all connections inherited
from birth, I find mine to the
"Unappreciated" teaches lesson
on the tipping scale of life.
It is on this thought, I dwell
until I free my feet by waking.
Waking to a comprehension of
connection that surpasses 
the fallible understandings 
I once clenched as fact.

And through the clarity,
I embrace this humbling fact:

If I am nothing for my lack
of contribution to life while living, 
then, without a moral mind and
kind heart offered to my fellow 
beings,
I do nothing for the greater good
until I die and become sustenance
that lives in the earth.
Should I ignore this truth and
indulge in a selfish survival,
What "good" am I now?

All I'Ve Ever Wanted

I wanna cry out loud, I wanna shed my tears
I wanna run away, run away from here
I wanna close my eyes and feel no hurt or pain
I wanna take a different path, my heart will not explain
I wanna feel the cold, dead cold I mean inside
I wanna see eternal fire before it passes by
I wanna leave my body and take only my soul
I wanna tell you how I feel but constantly I fold
I wanna feel desired without the act of lust
I wanna have relationships that's built only on trust
I wanna feel the love, the love that never dies
I wanna hear the truth for once and not a pack of lies
I wanna feel alive, alive and not alone
I wanna tell the world my existence will be known
I wanna walk around and never have to hide
The truth around myself is all I want is to survive






















Written at what should have been one of the best
times in my life(marriage) but instead it turned out
to be a nightmare. I wrote this because I was feeling 
insecure and alone,confused and hurt, weary and afraid. 
I just kept asking myself and wondering, Could anyone 
relate to me??

Alter Ego

Is it love that made me become a fall guy to alter ego?
Or my sober search for all truth behind those random emotions
Could I convince myself of the extreme pleasure and happiness?
When the ground beneath my feet turns to sand with its uncertainty;

Is it a crisis of relationships I never foresaw? 
Or a total disbelief within its wonderful existence 
Could there be darkness in jealousy before the breaking of light
Like a bolt of hope dead before the night descends with the black clouds.

Is time the eternal truth playing to mimic our future actions?
Imprisoned within its unique reality, our fourth dimension!
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.


The Boldness Is Yet Within

Ive found my place in life
Well at least I think I did
Im trying to be bold and courageous
But my confidence yet stays hid
People tell me that Ive changed
But the truth is I think I just found myself..
And truth be told
Im nothing like everyone else
But Ill wake up one day 
And become more bold
My confidence will stay strong
And never get old
But Im only 13 
And I have more of a life to begin
Yet I stiil stand here 
Cause my BOLDNESS is yet within.

Sea of Truth

A cell of shallow frozen guilt
holding a heart that always beats. 
Four walls the sun seldom sees,
there's no lock, yet there is a key. 

So many stare, yet cannot pass
for the key cannot be made;
in the fires of hope and truth alas
lies crumble then finally give way. 

In the rubble of what you have built,
the light shines right off the sea. 
You'll build your cell lie by lie
Until the truth finally sets you free.

The Wanderer

This is a dream of long ago...
Of a wanderer, an occasional sage and an often hermit;
who oft as life relies upon, took steps too bold
into the cowardice path of loneliness for sanity's sake alone.

Oh! pathless paths they were.
The truth better left unsaid of the dark alleys
and those mystery miles some roads carried him through.

Why the journey?
Why the pain?
How the endurance to carry on?
No one knows yet! Not even he...

Seeker of the Trinity-'Love, Truth and Simplicity',
the journey still continues, across barbed wires and fences
and through doubts and hurdles come what may.

Like the others who took this path and disappeared
into the mists on the rivers they tread, leaving no trails whatsoever,
so will he and knows that too... yet,
he makes his own path step by step.
Knowing well that a man who has chosen to walk into the dark
must not be surprised to see the light within.


An Individuals Scare

I act as if every thing is always okay
Never to tell the people I see the truth
I act as if they have never hurt me
Never to show that they have

The truth is loud, the Truth is bold
Yet both of which are in my skull
My closest friends I can’t even trust
For if I do my reputation will combust

I will never be sane, until the pain goes away
I will never be happy, until I know they will not betray
Until that time comes, it will yell and scream
Only to see them. as they frolic in their dreams

Truth

how do we know,
what it is to be true,
when proper Truth,
is only found in god, and math too.
when does time become the factor,
between truth and lies,
to each their own on this matter.
the truth gains validity,
with personal comprehension,
what is absolute to me,
may be opposite for you.
religion,
science,
bah- whatever i feel!
this is how i see,
this is what is real.

Hollow Truth

Somewhere in the darkest shadows
A promise lays void and broken
A testament to a broken heart
And evey word that's spoken

Where do broken promises go?
Do they fade away and die?
Or do they live in empty hearts,
'Til they grow into a lie?

Before a promise is broken
Someone has to care
Shattered trust, an empty shell
A feeling of despair

Betrayal is a way of life
And the mark of every liar
But the truth not only sets you free
It's also tried by fire

Where do broken promises go?
In wicked hearts to hide?
Or a hollow truth with no regrets
In the minds of those who lied
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.

Almost..

She carries an unborn child within her womb.
But, at conception it's not a baby she will assume.

She is desperate and very scared..
The relationship she was in, made her unprepared.

She didn't know who to tell or what to do.
Where to go or what path to pursue.

Armed now with a plan and money in tow..
She would do this and no one would know.

As she walked in she was covered by protesters..
Who asked to talk with her before; she had the answers.

They showed the ugly truth from life until the baby's death.
She cried so hard, she could hardly take a breath.

She walked to a church and knelt to pray.
Lord, forgive me; I almost killed today.

Nine months later, came a happy child..
Now she tells others about the truth of life; the world would defile.

If Not Too Real

The night… a little lower than before
A chill… a little lighter to feel
This night… a little more so to adore
This feel… a little if not too real

I listen… I do not hear
A fear… I do not know
I yearn… did I endear?
A time… have I a moment to show?

And I see… that be which
A truth… a lie is all there be
What I saw… I’m bewitch
A lie… is all but truth to see

And I follow… I did
I allow… nothing more needs matter
I swallow… for truths to lead
Is life… with truth the better?

This night… a little lower than before
Some chill… heavier to feel
This night… I humbly adore
To feel… a little if not too real
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.

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