Best Truth Poems

Betrayal devastates your trusting heart,
severing the bonds of love from the start.
And depression slowly entraps your soul;
for disparaging lies exact their toll.

Chameleon clouds change to match your mood
by releasing tears, sad emotions brewed.
And at the crossroads of sane and insane,
your heart breaks under the weight...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n g 
and s h i f t i n g
through pillowy puffs 
of  w h i r l i...

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I used to be naive, I used to trust
but then that trust just crumbled into dust
the world at large is so unkind, it's true
there is the world at large, and then there's you

You are the one on whom I rest my soul
my naked thoughts reveal...

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have you not heard me?

borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
    still, you descry not my utterance? Listen, yet, for all is precious ...
        in the...

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American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without fear;
Your echoes enter, soulful bones of insightful red man
birthing growing urges to return and run truly free,
falling upon ancient trails,...

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I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so you can burn
I will not hush my thoughts so you can dream

I will not stifle truth so you can preach
I...

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I took a walk with God today,
His pace far more casual than
mine. His voice a bit softer,
calmer. His visions, far more
loftier, but not views to impress
me...more like, to bless me. Not
stepping to me out-stride – more like,
to lovingly guide. His tone to instill in me
self...

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I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run.  And still I run.

My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids of flaxen sheaves
I race for summer's setting sun

across the low unbroken run.
Each cow out in the pasture grieves
and still I...

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I was taught the true meaning of kindness
From the very best
That kindness comes in all shapes and forms
Has substance pure and honest

Kindness is a blessing
Both to those who give and those who receive
It comes straight from an open heart
Without conditions or deceit...

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Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT...

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there's too much sorrow...
don't you know
we are all going to die
a starting point always beckons a finish
sooner or later
no matter how
peaceful or painful
that final moment may be
you see...
it will come
for you
for me

There's too much sorrow
war
betrayal
so much I have seen
sickness sapping away
the mother-daughter moments
meant for me...
She...

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The brave are more than ones who battle on
in fields of warfare, showing valor true
The brave are more than those that wars have won
There is a truth that must enlighten you:

the ones who fight the battles in their minds
who daily strive to keep their fears...

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through a tiny lens
held firmly with hands
eyes gaze in awe..

with a simple twist
colours explode harmoniously
bright, sparkling,blinding..

the colours are stunning
so vivid, so alive
with truth as in life..

this ever changing vision
is but broken glass shards
not whole, not complete..

simple, plain, tiny pieces
they don't fit, they don't belong
different shades,...

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To be loved
is to be a wildflower
blooming in springtime. 
How wondrous to be much desired
by all the honeybees in the meadow. 
There's no greater wealth on all of earth.
That feeling,
that inexplicable feeling
is like being all wrapped up
in warm sateen sheets. 
Oh, what a thrill it...

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(PoetrySoup Format)


Perfect, 
always aligned alphabetically
(even the space between you and me)
is proper 
and positioned, 
Precisely


Clearly,
clothing is optional
(as continents collide)
It is certain
that,
our connection 
is defined as definite
and,
meant to be
_____________


* A simple Scribble *
 Souls sweetly Serenade . . . 
an attraction always aligned...

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