Best Truest Poems


Premium Member The Truest Caress

The hand that caresses the face of love,
Softly lingers, a pause upon the skin.
A smile offers gentle thoughts to dream of,
As we cross the primordial again.
In reverence, eyes inquire in silence,
To connect muted souls without shared word.
A world time has no attached compliance,
And only rhythmic beats of hearts are heard.
This feathered touch with its smooth trailing trace.
A tender tether of love's interlude,
As quiet moments measure love's embrace.
This realm caressed, this solemn solitude.

To brush the face of your love and express
This sanctuary where lovers confess

Truest Soul

"Ol' Friend"


                                       I look at you and I wish you could see,
                                                  the way that I see you,
                                                        so beautifully.
                                      I look at you and I wish you could know
                                                         what I think,
                                                         when I think,
                                                when I see you, I know.
                                 You are beautiful to me, my queen beside me.
         Head top to bottom ten toes and your heart, yours is the truest soul I've yet known.
                                   I'll pray to your idol, worship your strength.
                                               I don't need you forever, 
                                                  just give me tonight.
                                              Our symphonic love song,  
                                                    pleasure all night.
           Head top to bottom ten toes and a soul, your the freakiest woman I've yet known.
                                                   Kissing you gently, 
                                                  you kissing me back.
                                               In ways you torment me,
                                                    do you feel that??
             Head top to bottom ten toes and a soul, yours is the truest soul I've yet known. 


Jared Pickett
10/26/09
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Truest Love

******

    It's truest form
Is to love others'
        - As -
Thee Love Thy-self
      ------
   This is both a blessing
To God and a Blessing
      Worthy to be
Bestowed upon Others'
      ------
   But first seek the
       Kingdom
  Of God
Fore His very word
    Will Absolve Thee


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


Premium Member Truest Friend

My truest friend, I am conveyed to say.
Is never more than a thought away.

His name? You ask, I recall plenty.
Met when I was nearly twenty. 

Late nights and girls, we had a blast.
Our bond grew so very fast.

I dare to say he was my brother.
One not found without the other.

I felt my judgment begin to sway.
With every word his tongue did say.

My actions were no longer me.
From his grasp I could not flee.

Confined within an euphoric cast.
The urge to move was fading fast.

Suspicion did grow upon my mother.
She seen in me what was another.

I felt my soul had fallen prey.
I saw my world turn to gray. 

An improtant lesson I did soon learn: Loss of all, the normal fee.
When I have faded far away, he will surely remain to be.

With thoughts of healing, I am left aghast.
He left inside of me a hole so vast.

A trimmer life awaits, so cut the blubber.
No need for "Dope", I would rather smother!

Forbidden Lies Are Loves Truest Word

Forbidden lies are loves truest word

The silent soul is always forever heard

The answer to the question splinters the mind 

Moving forward swiftly only to slowly unwind

Walking fates path without knowing the way

A leap of faith is only a world away

Being a king without wearing a crown

Building it all up only to watch it fall down

The silent soul is always forever heard

Forbidden lies are loves truest word

Truest Love

He's got my heart strings 
I want him to be my everything. 
I look at him constantly amazed. 
He's so entralled in conversation he doesn't notice my gaze. 
In still life or up close and personal.  
My body, mind and spirit yearns for his soul. 

He's art, incredible and unchanging. 
He is simply amazing.
Renaissance in words, but modern by birth 
Theres no way of truly determining his worth. 
His passion compels me. 
He's more than I'll ever deserve. 

Like the statue of David
A beauty I've never seen 
But somehow has the ability to inspire 
Incredible things. 
He's Martin Luther with his actions 
He's Shakespearean with his diction 
A person so magnificent,  
You'd think could only exist in fiction. 

But he's as real as the blood flowing through my veins 
He keeps me humble and yet drives me insane.  
He's a contradiction that yet contradicts himself
Not even the great orators could explain. 
Small things give me joy, like the simple sound of his name. 

I speak of him as if I know him better than myself. 
The pedestal I've put him on is more prestige than the top shelf.  
Holding him close is my deepest desire. 
But life's cruel fate has made me just an admirer.


Premium Member The Truest of Friends

the truest of friends

are the sturdiest of trees

with roots undying


April 24, 2018 for Mick Talbot's 'haiku' poetry contest
Theme: 'Human Nature'

A Poem For My Truest Love

I had a dream last night that I was as tired as tired could get,
And my legs were aching, and my hands shook viciously,
and my tongue fell from its hinges,
But still I saw you driving and followed your car
down the long and winded path.

You travelled to where a hurricane was stirring,
and the water was a raging mass,
and the sand was violent on my eyes,
But still, I lied down with you
and I found peace in the sandy bed.

I realize now I would have lied my corpse there,
The horseflies slowly eating away at me until I was no more than a memory,
if only it meant I could rot in your presence.

This is what I mean when I tell you I love you.

It is not wicked. It is not vulgar.
It is the finest platonic love one can have,
and how beautiful it is.
What a lovely idea?
That I get to have you forever
and not rely on some internal passion to keep our flame?

I can’t wait to see you grow
I find myself teary eyes when I think about it
I can’t wait to see your family,
Watching a man so understandably falling in love with you
Your children so happy to see their mom
Little feet
Running around on floorboards carefully chosen
By you and the one you love
I imagine this more than I imagine my own,
Because every time you give me an echo of a smile
I see all the good you have the potential to bring to the world
Your future is so blessed,
and they walk around not even knowing,
But I know
I know
And I will remind you of your magic as long as I have breath
And I will trace your smile lines spreading one day,
And I will notice when your babies have your eyes,
And I will always follow you
into every hurricane onto every stormy beach I have the opportunity to follow you into
And if God graces me with the opportunity
I will die with you one day
And I will do it happily,
Peacefully,
And most importantly
in love
I hope I dream of you again tonight, and before I do,
I will thank God
I got to know you
© Zoe Johns  Create an image from this poem.

The Truest Bond of Friendship

Roses have different 
colors that entice and please;
a yellow rose stands out...
symbolizing the truest bond
of friendship one ever finds.


This yellow rose grew
in warm light and steady rain;
doesn't my joy also grow
being touched by friends who show
their kindness through profound love?

The Truest Heart Is a Wall Made of Steel

It's not easy to realize when everything seems real
that the truest heart is a wall made of steel,
foolish me....I have tried for too long to melt it down
without considering it couldn't be done!


The truest heart is a wall made of steel,
who can ever bend the strongest will?


My time was wasted by chasing a rainbow
that vanished through bright clouds,
and it was supposed to last longer to vow
me until evening brought in its stars!


The truest heart is a wall made of steel,
who can ever bend the strongest will?


It would be lovely to have you beside me....
not thinking the truest heart is a wall made of steel;
isn't temptation a desire that has a delusive feel?
You are faithful to one, I am full of vanity!


Love your sweetheart and forget me...
I've tried to deceive you by falling in love too quickly;
you have chosen him over me by hurting me,
it was by accident you mentioned
your devotion to him, but this doesn't please me.


The truest heart is a wall made of steel,
who can ever bend the strongest will?




Entered in Debbie Gucci's, contest," Song Of Poetry "
Inspired by the song, 
" I can't make you love me if you don't "

Notation:

Don't make the mistake of falling in love too quickly...
ask if the other person is already committed to another...
avoid a broken heart by not trying to melt down
the truest heart that's made of steel.

If the Humblest and Truest Man

Verse I

A humble man makes you feel his kindness,
he doesn't weight what you aren't able to give; 
his main goal is the promise of faithfulness,
look into his shining eyes...they show love! 

Chorus:

If the humblest and truest man kneels down,
there's no greater need than that in anyone;
hold his strong hand and take him to Heaven,
stairs are very long: you are bound to smile!

Verse II

Don't hug anyone that winks,
it could be a false alarm;
he may want more than kisses,
you can keep his charm...
that's his trick to deceive hearts,
they get hurt before shedding tears. 

Chorus:
If the humblest and truest man kneels down,
there's no need greater than that in anyone;
hold his strong hand and take him to Heaven,
stairs are very long: hey, you are bound to smile!   

Despite the odds, you may not win any price;
be ready to foresee where the danger might lie,
when a guy cares, he surely vows you with desire...
that's the promise of faithfulness you admire!

My Truest Thoughts

I thank God for everyday that I have been blessed to see
I am also thankful for what I have grown to be
I am thankful for everything I have had and have lost 
I have no debt to society cause I have paid that cost
I am thankful for the blessings I count and receive
Though I don't see God it's not hard to believe
Though I see the marvelous things he created
I am oh so blessed everyday that I made it
The journey has been long but yet I endure
And still I ask questions, when I feel I'm not sure
When life is full of ups, it often brings downs
There is always a possibility, if you just look around

Premium Member As Sweet Essence of Truest Love's Serenity

As Sweet Essence Of Truest Love's Serenity

In twilight gleam, thy soft new morn's eyes glow
I take a peek, to see thy naked form dance.
When you say, love rise and shine, you must know
thy beauty and voice sends me into a trance.

Lesser men would call thee, too proud and vain
yet thy soul, kind-heart, this bad error belays.
Need for thy touch I can not explain
except to say, may it remain all my days.

Moonlit scenes, thy kissing holds my heart true
romantic addiction I can not refuse.
Where I am ground, thou art soft sky blue
thy Spring rains are, ripe fruits of our love paid-dues.

Pray I, our union sails through eternity
as sweet essence of truest love's serenity.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-2016
Sonnet, Lin 10/11

Syllables Per Line: 10 11 10 11 0 10 11 10 11 0 10 11 10 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 148
Total # Words: 118

Truest Cliche

It's the truest cliché
and the cruellest
life is not a dress rehearsal
we're all born 
on the big stage
of no
second chance.

My Truest Vessel

Trapped, is the love
flowing in my heart
If you chose me
that would be smart.

I would hold you
honor and obey
Bringing you happiness
which would stay.

My hopes lie within
this lonely soul
Having much love to give
beyond all control.

Held captive by the pain
many put me through
Still, I wait for someone
who will be true.

In hopes for the day
together we nestle
This heart it shall remain
my truest vessel.

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