Best Song Truth Poems
I yearn for truth in the deep
recess of my soul,
for truth is a song celebrating life,
and life is the composition of all things.
I yearn for knowledge,
for without knowledge truth would
not be, and error would not be know,
for error is a song out of tune.
I yearn for wisdom,
for wisdom is a child in humble
access of truth,
having knowledge of error to correct
the unsung.
I yearn for peace,
peace is a free bird flying in
the open sky,
a joy to behold in perilous night
caressing the wind of time.
Some say you're crazy.
Some say you're sane..
Some say you're a ladies man.
Some say you're vain..
It's time to learn the secret truth.
The secrets of the heart.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
And get a brand new start.
Some say you're happy.
Some say you're gay.
Some say you're the only man.
Who can brighten up their day.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
The secrets of the heart.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
And get a brand new start.
Some say you're a lover.
Some say you're a fool.
Some say you're the only man.
Who's really hip or cool.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
The secrets of the heart.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
And get a brand new start..
Secret Truth Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2015..ALL rights reserved..
(lyric rewrite of Questions and Answers)
We’re overloaded with canned responses
To questions that we don’t care about:
Like what to buy and other nonsense--
Just marketing without a doubt
The only questions that seem to matter
Are questions that help you know yourself.
They mostly have uncertain answers,
That men must all decide for themselves.
What do you have worth living for?
What do you think’s worth dying for?
What is the dream that will take you far?
Where is your guiding star?
So filter out all the useless clutter,
The media makes us hear and see,
Then let your mind be still like water
And ponder what it means to be.
If think you’ve found some answers,
Please feel free to share.
If think you’ve got some answers,
Please feel free to share.
If think you know the answers,
Please feel free to share.
What do you have worth living for?
What do you think’s worth dying for?
What is the dream that will take you far?
Where is your guiding star?
Workin' fo’ free from cradle ta grave
Laborin' sunup ta sundown e’eryday,
while Missy and Massa sat in da shade
Those were da days
Us darkies knew where our place was then,
blonde ambition wish fo' freedom was a sin
Sho’ could use a good *****
like Mister Uncle Tom again
Givin’ a big pearly grin ta greet da hate,
got a ‘xtra dollop of chitlings on da plate
Man, dem auctions, dey ne’er did run late
Those were da days
Pickin' ‘o cotton was a prickly prayer sent,
wearin’ dem chains made da soul feel bent
Runaway blues was da best song ta lip hint
Those were da days
Sunday was da fav’rite time of da week,
us tar babies got no spittin’ on da cheek
Still, we weren’t allowed shoes on da feet,
seems da hounds need a scent in da heat
Thirsty breaks always were short not long,
ere by da hangin’ tree rest da buried bones
Plantation livin’ made us boys ne’er grown
Those were da days
Thus, were the miserable days of being a slave
When America get great again,
will me and my kin get Hebrew reparation paid?
400 years has been a long time ...
Us dark faces have did a lot of siren crying,
and a whole lot of lynched dying
Our stolen heritage
was shipped in a cargo of lying
Yeah, 400 years is a very long,
solitary time ...
We’re the chained cursed ones cast in prison
Us Dante portrait byword souls
got framed for the crime
Degradation is our father,
poverty is our mother
Pain is my sister,
anger is my brother
Airy abolition nary hope got ferry shackled in leg iron —
Sepia sea cheeks kissed by a whip and a gun
was our stern, captivating reality
When robo machines got to do the labor fun,
we were allowed
to escape into color-blind fantasy
Emancipated drugs
was the cracked pipe crystal meth mirror
of our downtrodden opioid liberty
Birth of a Cloudy Eye Nation ...
only twin native promises ever given to us strangers:
Two four-letter swear words —
Jobs and Work
Guess being the reel son of a slave,
means a re-run of the old ways
Vanilla ghetto dreams rooted in the red dirt:
Plantation flowers misty tear-watered
under a cold, Northern blue sky ...
turning suddenly hot, Southern gray
Ain't no IQ need to wonder why —
Future past, these now be those days
Bound
Laying down sound to sleep
I hold you near, hear you weep
These tears are falling baby
They fall because I care
Keep close to me so I know you're there
My body is numb, feel your breath
Breathing deep, heat on my chest
Soft lips of kisses pressed on foreheads
We're living the fairytales we once read
Hand in hand, beating of hearts
You captured my soul
You got me, I'm caught
Bound together, this love we found
The one they all said would be Hell bound
Here you are, your presence with mine
I see your truth, I see you're kind
That emotional mind you’re trying to hide
Like a back seat on a rollercoaster ride
Come back to reality
Bring back that style
That style I haven’t seen in a while
Take some time, break those thoughts
Speak with your heart and the love you've brought
Time is short, living in a clock
Listen to your own rhythm
Not the tic tic tock
So open up those doors
And start taking score
Until then
Forever more
Forever more
©2014-Tamilyn Love
It isn’t fair to her that I still think of you
No, it’s really not fair to her
That I still think of you.
When I thought about forever,
I used to think of you.
I was ready to settle down;
I thought that you were too…
But when I saw you play around,
I knew that we were through.
When I later met another
(to help get over you),
I was happy to be with her.
I’d gotten over you.
We ended up getting married,
And we were happy, too.
But it might have been too hurried--
I’m not quite over you.
She didn’t lie to me; you did.
She didn’t cheat on me; you did.
She didn’t abandon me; you did.
So I should be thinking of her; not you!
I know I’m better off with her,
Than I once was with you.
And it’s really not fair to her
For me to think of you.
So when I hold her close tonight ,
And just think of us two,
Then everything will be all right.
I won’t think about you.
She didn’t lie to me; you did.
She didn’t cheat on me; you did.
She didn’t abandon me; you did.
So I will be thinking of her; not you!
American Pie surely proves
that Don Mclean was deeply moved
by death in an Iowan snow
of three great artists in a show
by everything that was so changed
Americana rearranged
speaking for his generation
during times of consternation
popular in ‘72
today his thoughts sound almost new
7/31/17
Iconic songs - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Sleep eludes me
Women, kids, money, dreams, problems
Cycle in and out
Numb to the present
I can't do anything about
Run from here to there
Every place becomes intolerable
Where will I rest my head
When there's no there there
And I'm stuck
Well I'm not. It's just
Birds bless this morning
With sweet song
All I want to listen too
River roaring softly
Grass growing silently
Under goose turds
Unavoidable but not intolerable
Life's littered with them
Thoughts fly higher, please
What do you do
Write another f___g poem
About a swollen river
And the full throated song
Of the universe
I'm hard of hearing
Lately
Try as I might
I can't make it sing
The torment away
It could, it can
It doesn't
Just poops on the lawn
If everyone would just stop
Sh____ing everywhere
Morpheus could massage my mind
With delicious dreams
To melt the edges off
Jagged shards
Of our own broken souls
That no matter when, where, why, or how
We broke. Not war. Not hell. Not the universe.
We broke ourselves, and keep cutting our hearts
On the serrated, spikey, pokey, pointy, sharp
Front we put up for protection
What do you f____g do
Plead with the GD Universe to f___g heal your soul
Find some f___ing therapy
So birds can bless you in the morning
So you can hear
The soft roaring river
Through your open window
And you can listen
To the full throated f___g song of the universe
That's what you do
Oh, I can see it already!
And you know so, too.
Some rappers
Cutting their next album already
In the recording studio;
Scrambling to work...
George("Jorge"?) Santos
Into their lyrics,
In line that goes something like...
"Now, don't be tellin' fake tales like Santos!"
Each rapper wanting to be the very first
To release that hot single!
Date written: 01/20/2023
Life is for the living
(I'm my own sun)
By Michelle Morris
23/01/2023
I will always hold my head high
You won't be the reason that I'm crying
All those tears are mine to bear
You don't deserve my intimate fears
'Cos life is for the living
And we only get one shot
Love is for the giving
It's this power that we've got
No one forced your hand
No one showed a gun
You're just disappointed
That I'm my own sun
Everything I gave to you
You took for granted like a fool
Everything I was in your life
Seemed to make you take flight
And I am chasing freedom, now
I am better off on my own
I won't be held back ever
Because there's no one home
'Cos life is for the living
And we only get one shot
Love is for the giving
It's this power that we've got
No one forced your hand
No one showed a gun
You're just disappointed
That I'm my own sun
Oh-oh-oh... Yeah... Yeah...
'Cos life is for the living
And we only get one shot
Love is for the giving
It's this power that we've got
No one forced your hand
No one showed a gun
You're just disappointed
That I'm my own sun
Oh-oh-oh...
You're just disappointed
That I'm my own sun!
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Truth is a divine song that each reverent heart adores to sing
It helps the soul wings to grow and closer to God one to bring
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 May 2021
Sane again.
They tell me that I’m sane again;
I tell them I think so too.
I’m acting like I’m sane again,
But I’m starting to doubt whether that is the truth.
To sanity and beyond, I broke the bond;
I’ve never broken the mould, when I wrote a song.
I just spoke my words and they had never been heard;
Every filthy cursed word just sits on the shelf,
With me engulfed in the dirt.
I duck and swerve for I am bad for my health
And bad for my wealth and bad to myself.
So sue me, or soothe me, or worry about yourself.
I have nothing left to fear, but fear itself.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Keep picking your guitar...
the song doesn't have to be pretty
just keep the truth fingers moving
moving toward the path of truth
stagnation of truth is the cousin of a lie
Keep searching for that perfect note
it's there-always has been
though their heads are planted in the sand
they're listening to your truthful rant.
Keep picking your guitar
pick the scratchy song of truth
until their soul bleed like a lava lamp.
Love is closer, than you think
just look, l'd hoped you see
his despondent heart, alone, did sink
so come, i'm here , tell me.
I'm here, i'm near, so have no fear
as Northern Lights take place,
l see, l hear, your music tears
so come, so come.... and seek his loving face.
A hand, reach out, the angels shout
a song, around, they sing
their words, a mystery , did always seem
but now, but now, your Northern Lights, he brings.
Love is closer than we think
look, its there, its everywhere
no more, for broken heart to sink
so come, he says.. 'tell me'.
Alone, in heart, you had to part
as clouds , took over, from the start
he says, i'm here, i'm near, so have no fear
his Northern Light, will wipe your tear.
Its here, it's near
the love you waited for
the love , its love, your lyrics feared
was meant, was sent, so long before.
Wake up , wake up, the angels sing
it's long enough you've waited
it's good news, the good news, that the angels bring
your Northern Sky arrived....created.
for Nick Drake 1948-1974
When you were around things seemed plain,
just how things should be to my brain,
now I look around all in vain,
we’re all less for losing you.
Worse, so little notice the fact,
go on knowing you can’t come back,
when all the days feel like they lack,
that’s just what people do.
It all seems so damn gray,
the world an aching haze,
why must death feel this way,
I guess it’s safe to say, I’m…
Severed,
(I stand)…there’s a hole in the world
I just don’t understand,
Severed,
(It’s true)…feel severed when
I think about you.
I’m severed when I think about you.
It feels like life’s missing a piece,
the way we don’t linger, but cease,
the world could take notice, at least,
it never does, seems cruel.
A funeral is not enough,
cannot encompass half the stuff
that made a person known and loved,
perhaps I’m just a fool
To think other would care,
or even be aware,
it never does seem fair,
that’s why I must declare, I’m…
Severed,
(I stand)…there’s a hole in the world
I just don’t understand,
Severed,
(It’s true)…feel severed when
I think about you.
I’m severed when I think about you.
Marcus said we’re shadows and dust,
ever realized
how distant the whole world is to
the way you are inside.
Severed,
(I stand)…there’s a hole in the world
I just don’t understand,
Severed,
(It’s true)…feel severed when
I think about you.
I’m severed when I think about you.