Best Lying Poems
Lying in the Shadows
‘twas only yesterday life seemed so right;
so full of color, lighting up the day,
but now a veil has covered up the light,
and turned the day a somber shade of gray.
The fields we used to roam were lush with bloom;
the summer flowers swaying in the breeze.
Like nature's beauty, love, I did presume,
would last forever, always there to please.
But in the autumn, love was put to rest;
she callously untied the binding knot,
and ripped my bleeding heart out of my chest,
then left it in a pool of tears to rot.
Now love lies dormant, sadly torn apart
within the shadows of a broken heart.
August 13, 2019
Lies...
stack them up like
foam blocks, all foamy—
or wooden blocks
be wooden
Higher, and higher,
piled on top of the other,
teetering
A foundation built on lies
Sky high, too high
one
last lie
to put on top,
one more lie
as white and light
as a feather
but it is enough
to let everything
topple over...
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Liar mother,
what becomes your child?
liar child,
what will become of you?
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You pretend I'm Adam
lying "Eve"
My love songs all yours
you believe
Stalked me on Soup
until I went away
I'm hurt by the news
you're back today
Changed your name
a hundred times
But I can spot
your kind of rhymes
Cause most of them
are copies of me
And even my comments
now all can see
So I've got nothing
to lose... to you
Will TPS punish me
if I prove it's true
"Eve TMC"..
you're a thief, you're a liar
Your Soup Mail letter
revealed sick desire
On Poetry Hunter
you take my writes
Stealing my thoughts,
it's not all right
Plagiarism is a crime..
backstabbing "Eve"
I'm exposing you
if you don't leave
~Lyric Man
Note: TPS may suspend me for calling "Eve" out, but she will not push me out of Soup again. She is one of two people who stalked me here and in my personal life. Just yesterday, "Eve TMC", cut and pasted my comments verbatim to one of Silent One's poems, "Shores Of Uncertainty" (both comments on page two). How does anyone steal comments and then post them to the same person? You got lazy "Eve" or you're pure crazy!
I'm a nice guy and wish "Eve" no harm, but I'm going to protect those I love Fiercely! "Eve TMC" may disappear today but she'll be back tomorrow as someone else. She's had five or so names in the month I've been back.
In California where the dream is of sunshine, and ocean beaches
There are those who drape themselves in the freedom of the presses
However they use that ink to create fake think
How dare people want a new leader who dares to think!
As the recall of Newsom nears
They work to create fake fears
The slander and lies about Larry Elder is brought by a cowardly bunch
An ivory tower group who enjoys Sunday brunch
He is a self made man who grew up in South Central LA!
Walked his own path and built his own fate
Don't forget to vote next week
Larry Elder will bring back the California dream for weeks and weeks
We have 72 hours to make this place presentable or we've got nowhere to live. Or at least not here.
He helps with nothing. I sit, disappointed-again. Over something he's done. Again.
I wish I were her. Heroin. I wish he lied for me. I wish he wanted me with the same amount he does her. I wish he deceived his loved ones just to have me for a few hours. I wish when he was with me he felt whole. I wish I could make him lust for me as he does her.
He makes love to me, and for long periods of time, but only because of her.
Her narcotic charm is unmatched. Anything to do falls second to her.
I need him to be happy and treat me nicely without the presence of her. Because when she leaves I pay, and dearly.
I can't take him away from her grasp. He always goes back for more.
Even if he says he is finished with her, I know I'll see some sign of her back around shortly. I know he doesn't need her. But sadly, I feel he doesn't believe the same. How long will he insist on this triangle love relationship? How long will she linger around us, if only in just thought? Forever?
I know in my heart that she trumps anything I could ever dream of giving or doing for him. Doesn't he see that she is nothing? She destroys. That is all she is. A homewrecker. Toxic. Death. Suffering. Pain.
Is this what he Longs for?
eating an ice cream
telling oneself life is sweet
lying on the beach
looking at the yachts
believing they are in reach
lying on the beach
watching the seagulls
having little accidents
lying on the beach
see the stranded whales
assuming they missed the tide
lying on the beach
getting a suntan
thinking it comes at no cost
lying on the beach
By
David Kavanagh
Verse I
One time or another we have lied
not realizing that lies show no guilt;
can they be hidden forever in us...
when others withdraw from us in doubt...
and point at the one who laughs aloud?
That pleasure is short-lived and dies!.
Chorus:
Lying is the society's new trend,
it's the god of our loveless age;
liars know how to build an image,
which can deceive and befriend.
Verse II
Has anyone noticed, that lying is the society's new trend?
The more people lie, the more they do gain in the end;
for that reason, honest and humble people don't advance
a bit; they don't give in but remain true to themselves.
Chorus:
Lying is the society's new trend,
it's the god of our loveless age;
liars know how to build an image,
which can deceive and befriend.
Verse III
Must I admit that I have lied to get
what I wanted when nobody seemed fair?
My temptation was a struggle never
outgrown, so more lies I had to invent.
Chorus:
Lying is the society's new trend,
it's the god of our loveless age;
liars know how to build an image,
which can deceive and befriend.
Verse IV
Lies show no guilt, no remorse...a hefty price
they carry; be ready to face their hurt and anger:
not being trusted for the words they won't hear...
make amends and apologize, reveal each ugly lie!
Ending:
Now folks see yourselves in the mirror,
wash that face of disgrace and horror.
Entered in Silent One contest,
" Sweet Little Lies "
Written on 6/26/2016
On the muzzle of the cat- in my bed lying,
When he looked at me, appears a smile:-
"Although a distant - I'm relative of a lion,
And you just an ape, as a science define."
Everybody in all the world commits sin
from the fall of Adam even to now
sin reigns at the very heart of man
controlling each one no matter what they vow
One particular sin no one's immune to
it's sometimes called a little white lie
but there's also some great and terrible
for scripture says the sinner will die
Bible says the wages of sin is death
so declaring this to be fully true
as lies are included in that sentence
the believer must seek not to do
So endeavour to put all lies to death
speaking only truth and what's pure
empowered by God's spirit divine
don't fall to Satan's deadly lure
Lies are an abomination to God
who declares only He has the cure
the victory is found in Jesus alone
when we repent and promise to endure
(Key scriptures references to this subject.
Exodus 20: 16, Revelation 21: 8, John 8: 44, Proverbs 12: 22,Colossians 3: 9, Romans 6: 23)
Id be lying if i said i didn't miss you.
That this home once a home now an empty shell, a reflection of the husk of a tenant surviving inside.
A half broken shell, combating the waves, damaged and worn by the salt of the seas.
I'd be lying if i said the scent of your skin doesnt linger in my mind, a depressing perfume, the ghosts of what could have been.
A bitterness cut into every cake i will ever make, a sour sting from the memories we once shared,before they were memories, when they were the moments of our love story, carved in fondant with sugar hearts and candy kisses.
Before Big Ben came crashing down around me in a quake of realization, that I will never look at roses the same.
Stabbed by their thorns too many times, their deep green claws digging into my heart.
What dangers hide behind such beauty.
I'd by lying if i said your name doesnt bounce around my head, dancing on my lips, begging to be spoken. Now a dirty word playing on my toungue and sliding down my teeth.
Id be lying if i said i don't love you anymore, that the anger had ripped through me and cut you from my cracked stone heart.
That the roses don't tempt me anymore.
If you’re older and somehow not dying,
Yet live with dementia or worse,
Prepare to be hit with some lying
Before your last ride in a hearse.
This strategy’s gaining approval
As nursing homes struggle to cope
With patients whose memory removal
Deprives them of reasons to hope.
So little white lies are suggested
Like, “Your husband will visit real soon”
Since the truth often can’t be digested
And no time will be quite opportune.
Or, “Let’s visit the nursery; maybe
You’ll help rock your child to sleep,”
Where a doll substitutes for the baby
Which remains where the memories keep.
If deception brings comfort, I wonder
Why, to me, it just doesn’t feel right
Reaching into one’s psyche to plunder
What the mind has kept tucked out of sight.
James Dean Bob Marley,
a Valentines Hunter on a Harley,
ties his horse hog down,
enters the house saloon of get "lucky" town,
Offers imbibe after imbibe
as suggestinal ingestinal bribe,
but forget about her tolerance,
she fell asleep on the couch,
out cold as if she'd died.
So romeo with advance
he missed his chance, ouch!
And he with a wine on his hands
and ****happens-stance,
said goodbye to his smooth plans,
said goodbye to romance.
Was also left with his....in his hands.
There is nothing worse than knowing
All the love you have been showing
To your spouse for many years
Could instantly just disappear
From their heart--till nothings left
Because of another theft
Stealing their love far away
Now your regretting the day
Your emotions ran so wild
You were clueless like a child
Believing all the years ahead
Would be great and void of dread
It was nice the first few years
Full of happiness--no tears
Till one day he started to
Avoid touches made by you
Kisses started getting fewer
Your world started turning bluer
Till the day you figured out
Why this distance came about
A new lover took your place
Staring now into the face
Of a liar, jerk and cheat
All the past days on repeat
In your head--you hurtly say
Take your stuff and go away
just stop...stop it, i said.
V. reprogram
with news, good and true,
or I'll simply change the channel.
what happened?
you're suddenly spinning me
a narrative
that has no relationship with reality.
what evidence do you have
that it's too late
to embark on a beckoning dream?
that I can't walk my way past
the shaky tightrope that I'm on?
that I'm stuck
in a rut I can't get out of?
why are you working
against me?
i'm greater than my circumstance;
my rebuttal...
to you.
Lie for a reason
Lie for some kind of season
Is this a reflux
Look at those who lie
It becomes part of their speech
Which one of you cares
Have we become numb
These cannot be washed with bleach
Where is the virtue
This freedom of speech
Lying was not the intent
Are we beyond reach
The things that we say
When no one is checking us
Defines who we are
He who chooses truth
Finds the seeds of honesty
Which changes their heart
To be credible
We must be believable
We must be truthful
Edward J. Ebbs - 07/30/14