Best Untruthful Poems
"Neophoca"
I was dragged
out of my ocean
of dreams
when they peeled
my skin, I was broken,
an endangered species
feeding bits of me
to the carniverous
genus species
the genus
and gender
predatory
covetting my
freedom they
lost themselves
in the comforting
arms of my trust
they wore me out
made sleeves
of me, stole
my baby
expensive collateral;
their ownership belittled,
bruised and scorched
victory marks
like tattoos
marched on me
they branded me,
attached
to my life
untruthful labels,
their ignorance
basking
became them,
the sins
of the fetid
patriarchy
such violence, this
devoted dv, the human
seed planted
my baby,
zoo trained
and chained
I became uprooted
stalked, staked and
claimed
I became owned
I drowned in my
mortal dreams
such violence, this
devoted dv, the
imprisoned truth
life blood escaping
the juxtaposed
real me
Selkie
the humble humboldt
priests call me
Neophoca cinerea
they call me
reverently,
they sing me home,
home
to my only
holy See
they call me
reverently
Selkie
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
untruthful, abuse, muse,
Form:
Narrative
On a river bank and holding a flower,
Plucking the petals one by one,
There I am
Standing amiss behind a tree,
Staring at me as if I don’t see you
There you are.
I ask you a simple question
Why is life so complicated?
And you walked out slyly
Because you didn’t know I knew you were there
And you answered
If it weren’t, there would be no love
But I don’t have that anyway
I reply
And in your head I know you’re thinking
Oh but you do,
You have it from me
But I sat there so obliviously
I didn’t ever tell you
But I loved you too
That was the only secret
That I ever kept from you
And when we chased
Each other in the creek
You didn’t ever tell
That you were falling in love with me
And we were just children
They would always say
But children are the wisest
In a special kind of way
They see people for who they are
And they don’t know corruption
As personally as they will grow up to
But for now they look into each other’s souls
And choose their friends for life
You see it all started as children
When we all had our sight
But now we are blind
To the untruthful ones
We could sense it
Like we could sense that winter was here
And that a big snow was coming
But now we are so desperate
For love because it’s not so easy anymore
And we forget the simplicity of the emotion
If you love someone, let the love grow
Let it blossom like it knows no limits
And indulge in life on that feeling
That you were a child again in love
Categories:
untruthful, childhood, love,
Form:
Free verse
I had to close my eyes and cover my ears to listen,
wanting not to see the expressions on their faces
just filled with lies, ill prepared, oblivious to reality, all fake.
She said, he said is an ever constant laugh at poking fun
what the other should or shouldn't have done
what they did or did not do, e-mails lost or misconstrued
it's the people who have not won like me and you.
Both announce bold grandiose accomplishments and claims
to have surpassed sacrifice and hardships and strife
and each are so untruthful in this game of blame
deception of private and political lives frozen in still life.
Neither seem to know what honesty and sacrifice truly is
their records show only more deception and lies, hers and his
less than a hundred thousand jobs were pre- existing
but he created them, believe me, believe me?
It seems only the rich and famous chose to bully, lie and rule
a lot of money here, a little e-mail deleted there
and in that oval office selfish, deluded powered fools.
Is there such thing as an honest politician
to restore our America split by this derision
could we recognize them if they suddenly appeared
or shall they remain unknown never to be revered.
Categories:
untruthful, anxiety, political, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
I hate humanity. Why?
Because they never care when others die.
They only pursue their own wells,
Not even thinking if they hurt anyone else.
You'll probably say that not all humans are bad,
And I agree, because if that'd be so, I'd go mad.
However, the good ones out there are so few
That it makes me think about how untruthful is this view.
"You say all of this just for show!", you might say.
But believe me when I say it, clear as day,
That humanity ruined most of my life
And nearly made me cut my veins with a knife.
Categories:
untruthful, hate, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,
No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,
No more curse and
deceitful,
If called liar and
unfaithful,
For what thee
craved,
And finally thee
paved,
No more betrayal and
guileful,
If called
untrustworthy and
slickful,
For what thee not
deserve,
And finally thee not
preserve,
No abuse, greater
than disloyalty,
If call allegedly is
criminality.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
untruthful, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
Common Sense
Common sense putting dents in ya system,
Upon Zen, forgotten Presidents and Christians,
Yeah I dismiss them, I’m a contender, defender of my realm,
Surrender ya pretender, center of reality? Fallibly conceptualized,
Here ya find my rhymes, a society offender, wanted dead or alive,
The Five O, Oh no, fed by the rendering of greed to survive,
Sore eyes because I can’t deny this life, Never baptized into Christian Lies,
But I gotta be truthful, unfruitful untruthful powerful ties arise,
A man made image in the sky? The garment is the disguise,
This worlds plan is damaged in an age as time perceived flies by,
I thrive like a Pharaoh, said to bleed the same blood, go hide,
I’m designing this rhyme, its time, the tide is coming in,
Spinning in sin as ya spin, just a pinch and now ya spun,
This writing is just for fun! I’m the Sun, and here’s what I’ve done,
Run run yo, all yall and all you hoes, from these flows, you can’t see,
You need be seen, obscene scenes of the future to come and be,
Dreams of the unseen, glistening beings seeing nothing collectively,
Seems no one has been effectively feeling this negativity,
Paranormal activity activated, dealing fear or revealing,
Your normal state of mind concealing what it means to have feelings,
I’m dealing out light within the spectrum of human beings,
Beings being beings but not seeing or hearing the language of the world,
Our consciousness continues to be hurled, jumbled thoughts as we tumble,
Stupid and killing all the bumble bees, confess we are a mess, can’t be handled,
Am I just a word vandal? Well rooted, prevailing pleasing with ease and increased,
Knowledge as I stand still, wounded human code decoded into unwanted stimuli,
Artistically using art and its rules, founded and announced beautifully,
But can’t you let me be, I need to see sanity within this world of fools,
Foolishness is proclaimed by the foolish, dishing wool over the eyes with distracting tools,
Infinity to nil, instilling skills to rebuild what’s lacking, so hear the drill,
You need to head uphill and fulfill ya purpose before ya mind is killed,
Distilled information into common sense well spent and surviving,
Exercise well emphasized advice, otherwise you will never be spiritually wise.
Quincy Mac
date written: 4.12.2015
Categories:
untruthful, allegory, deep, how i
Form:
Epic
Dead
Do you remember the past?
I slowly kill myself
Afraid of this day
It will never come
It will always come
Man,living being,you....
...death also afraid of death?
My fear is not death
My phobia is being dead.
Puberty
Did she not tell you?
With her untruthful tongue
And her wrinkled face
That you soon become a maiden
With breast on your past dry chest
Didn't she tell you ?
Macho men will come
They will penetrate you
With their piecing manhood
Didn't she tell you ?
That you will have offspring
I feel your unending disgust for womanhood
I fear for you
But she told you.
Birth
Haven't they torment you enough?
The unborn kicked your unwilling stomach
They have stayed in you
Many market days
You carried the pain of ejima
We know,we all know
Your anguish,extreme fright
Oh daughter of deity
bring forth your duo
For the one that is killed
Is the one that you keep.
Death
The journey will always end
With my eyes closed
And my soul goes to another....
....your progeny
Who at puberty will give birth to another you and me
I see your fear
I see your phobia.
Categories:
untruthful, africa,
Form:
Epic
SUCH MUSLIMS………… SUCH PEOPLE
Who desire death more than a life,
Who love the prophet more than a wife,
Such Muslims always truthful, and always keep away from untruthful
But …………..take as families those who are truthful and faithful
Such people…..Such Muslims
Never spread Islam by force or by sword
For the heart can never be won by sword
But by winning the people`s heart
Faith being the affirmation of the heart
Such Muslims……such people
Can never be defeated due to their small numbers
For such people, righteous among them is
The one who keeps away from sins
Number are not important, the final outcome is what matters
Such Muslims …..Such People
Weep because riches are often the cause of enmity and discord
Who have such evils, ultimately lose respect.
Such Muslims never desire to be a leader
Never entertain the idea, nor wished for it
Either openly or secretly
Such Muslims….. Such People
Comprehend that the honor of Islam is enough for us
The only way to success,
Is to follow the way of the Prophet
Such strong Muslims sacrifice themselves for the blood of weak Muslims
But stand alike in the eyes of Shariah Law
Such Muslims….. Such People
Preach Islam by Demonstration
Fear God openly and secretly
Fear wealth more than sin
Treat Muslims and non-Muslims alike even if in an Islamic states
Such Muslims ……Such People
Live simple just like any common man
Fathers to Children; husbands to wives
Mothers to children; wives to husbands
Soldiers to enemies of Islam; servants to their Lord
And brothers and sisters to their fellow Muslims
Such Muslims …..Such People
To whom Islam is the way of life
Islam is the solution to humanity
To them Islam is not a fashion or democracy
Neither leadership meant for kinship
Such Muslims ……Such people
Their souls are so precious
Equal to the price of paradise
For that reason, such Muslims sell them only at such price
Categories:
untruthful, allah, dedication, devotion, encouraging,
Form:
9/26/16
Before dying
Keep on smiling
And trying
Regardless of when the stars or planets are aligning
And if there ever is a silver lining
In this day and age, little to nothing shall be surprising
Farmers fertilizing
Growing crops that look appetizing
Some of which are used in fine dining
Scientists sterilizing
As well as neutralizing
While analysing
And theorizing
Before and after atomizing
Animals and vehicles in the air flying
Above civilizations thriving
And others struggling to continue surviving
The sun diving and rising
Thunder roaring and lightning
Striking
Providing
A brief form of lighting
On others far too many are spying
And fantasizing
Being untruthful and still lying
Is the proof of our origin still possible of finding?
Out there hiding?
In some kind of writing?
Or gone for good due to conflicts intensifying
And war arriving?
The sun or moon rising
As well as shining
Above locations, great for mining
If you keep eyeing
Your surroundings even on roads that are winding
What happens next just may be disappointing or exciting
Categories:
untruthful, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
A Winter tale.
oh Winter – how you often linger long,
what windswept elements you deal;
your cold dark chamber does my spirit feel.
your shivering grip of uncheerfull thoughts is strong.
and often in your shadows I belong -
a land of phantoms that appears often real.
But now a warm and gentle wind I feel,
and hear the choristers of the morning song,
foretelling Spring's arrival; I was wrong,
the morning of the year with beauty gleams,
and nature with a thousand words in seems.
Untruthful is the winter of the mind -
not like half remembered dreams I can find,
A verdant field I wander – quiet, still.
I keep the winter memory near
and sing in darkness - none will hear
A sweet sweet winters tale a girl leave.
and in this cold she no more breathe
till long life over I too depart,
to infinite nights a new start.
Categories:
untruthful, betrayal, change, depression, fear,
Form:
ABC
I believe my mirror is not truthful
Because it says " i m not beautiful"
Really do wonder , what beauty actually is ?
Leaves no word in throat when i realized the bitter truth
I m not like other town girls
Colorful ribbons,blonde hair open in the air,
long aprons? I really lack the flair
Seems whole world looks down upon me through its inscrutable glasses ,
Wished shouldn't have been born like this,direly need more chances.
I was confined by the walls made by the world itself,
OH! u won't find a rose in the books stacked on my shelf
I seemed to be a grotesque guest to my neighbours,
Who always shut the doors upon me, refusing for any favor
Bogus and callous approach of people and their world, made me defiant,
Can't forget the day when two small eyes shed hundred big tears.
I was yelping with dismay,
But I could clearly see ,..I had to walk a long way.
Why? this excruciating attitude towards me,
I can feel beautiful if you start accepting me.
Old days have gone by,
Now I am a bold girl
with brown hair and lovely curls.
I have forgotten all the false fatuities
realized myself as a celebrity.
I still don't possess colorful ribbons,aprons and blonde hair
But I have my friends who are so very near.
The list includes- tangible trees, azure sands, endless sky, perennial rivers...
They made me realize -"beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder."
I am not the old meek and geek today
I feel, have blossomed into a rose today
Concussion in my mind has ended up all
I have my supporters who will catch me if I fall...
I feel like painting the town red today
Because all my pain has vanished away..
I raise a toast to each beautiful morning,
I bid goodbye to every heart throb evening.
Everything is now under control,
But there is one doubt that pinches my soul...
Now that I know ....I am beautiful...
But mirror on my wall is being untruthful,
It still says-"I am not beautiful".
Categories:
untruthful, beauty, change, desire,
Form:
Free verse
no timing is perfect
time remains a lie
for it is untruthful
and it is unjust
from its birth to
its death, time
is its own up and down,
until time is prized
all of time is
imperfect time.
Categories:
untruthful, time, time,
Form:
Free verse
Just sit down, let me talk
On second thought, stand up
This is going to sound much better
if we go outside and talk under the tree
where we once carved our history into its trunk
There's some things I need to say
one of them being 'I'm sorry'
Unknown to myself and you
I'm sorry for seeing the other side of you
the darker side of you
deceiving and untruthful since now I'm spiraling downward
Yeah our history, our memories said
well whispered the truth
I can make it without you
well whispered to me
even among the lies shared
with those fake tears given
those fake tears wasn't that of my own
It must've been yours
I put all I had into what we were getting ourselves wrapped in
And at the brink of falling apart
I tried my best to keep this from crumbling with me
throwing it away for somebody else
crying my eyes out
to the slightest news of losing you
Yet to my dismay and my surprise
all you had to say
was it was your goal to be heartless
so was it also your goal for me to be heartless with you
What was the point of you wanting to start
to start with me
promising me marriage when my hopes were too high
I'm now a serious wreck of a proud man
If you couldn't see when I was breaking down
I shielded my eyes and myself from a classic meltdown
Please tell me why
What was your reason
for sending me into this
Heartbreak depression
Categories:
untruthful, depression, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
We have it all
Indeed we do,
both me and you.
The scandal crawling beneath the sheets,
outrageous claims shouted in the streets;
the gropes, the lascivious touches, firm untruthful lies
and only after much denial, comes the story chastised.
These are, shall we say, past almost forgotten indiscretions
made by so many legislative ineffective legends
as much more rises to a level of unanswered questions.
It's a power play, a need of complete control
how it is obtained is a wonder to behold.
Deflect the truth and place solid blame
on predecessors who once reigned.
Could we just focus here
this was suppose to be a turn around year
instead we throw away the progress made,
everything for which we already paid.
Months passed with little done
except for slippage on equality and guns,
no compromise, discussion or lack thereof pains
into the cold and dark of April rains.
The future held in promises begins to erode and wane.
Categories:
untruthful, angst, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is too short
To be depressed
To be discontented
To be faithless
To be fake
To be hateful
To be hopeless
To be isolated
To be lonesome
To be loveless
To be miserable
To be selfish
To be unfaithful
To be unhappy
To be untruthful
So be the opposite of all these things,
Life is too short
Categories:
untruthful, faith, happiness, hope, life,
Form: