Best White Lies Poems

My hubby just fell out of bed
He banged his elbow and his head
Now I can hear groaning
Expletives and moaning
I’m certain that he isn’t dead!

Only the first line is true – last night we watched a programme on how easily people lie but on this occasion...

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Trust not the rose that blooms at dawn,
nor heed the raindrop's soothing song,
the whipped cream clouds belie the truth
of the fortune teller's black-draped booth.

Harken not the cardinal's call,
nor rest upon the gray stone wall.
The smile that hides a buried wrath
may lead you down that garden...

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Little nothings
Unimportant
Mere slips of the tongue
Omitted truths
Slanted or tinted
Not meant to hurt

Each one 
A drop
In that ocean
Drifting them apart



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on February 24, 2019 for CONTEST 565 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on February 23, 2019...

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naked trees on ice -
silently the night has sown
a field of white lies...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire

lacked positive role...

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I was wakened in the early morning
by the rude ringing of a bell
sounding far off in the distance
in the restlessness of my private hell.

Thunder rumbled before the rain began
I nestled deeper within a dream
sheltered by the umbrella of a lie
for things aren't always as they...

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Pretty hurts if I tell you what’s real
Better to keep it and make it unclear.
Ask me but I’ll fake the truth.
Don’t force things that aren’t too smooth.

Lies are good if it’s needed.
Saves trembled bonds that are impeded.
 Bad but it’s for the best.
Worse turns to...

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Little white lies, 
                                     long painful goodbyes, 
 ...

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that smile hides a hundred truths inside
white lies lined up like tombstones
cleaned nightly, scrubbing away the
shame spoken and guilt grinded daily,
stained with coffee and wine swallowed
to swill down today’s fake smile, yesterday’s 
plastic smile, tomorrow’s practiced smile,
living as the smiling assassin to your own
sorrow when...

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If you think that life 

Is supposedly supposed to be fair

I can only presume you may have

Taken a wrong turn and ended up
in fools heaven

As again just to me 

It sounds to me like

You or whomever told you

Or lead you into believing that

Has never really...

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Why must people torment one another with rumors and lies?
Making people believe their little white lies
As they tell everyone they know.
Ruining that persons’ life and their reputation as they laugh at what they have done.
People will never get along and that’s the truth.
Finding that perfect...

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Dreams of passion filled within my mind

Screams of Satanic laughter in my soul

We lost touch long ago

You lost weight I did not know

You could look so fine after all this time

Remember those days hanging out at the village pier

I shed a single tear to help...

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friends ask me why i believe your little white lies
family pressures me to wake up and get wise
but what they can never realize
is that your little white lies...

chase away my blues
chase away my blues
love is only a game
it always ends the same
too little joy and...

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The screen provides a safe space 
A fairytale story full of our little white lies
It's a place where we hide our fears and insecurities
By creating a strong image for others to spy
 
But slowly our reality becomes twisted
Our mind gets lost in this virtual maze
We’re...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral about stitching
together gainful employment)
to support his family two parents +

remainder...

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