Honest Poems - Poems about Honest

We Didn’t Just Merge Frequencies (Poem Type: Lyric or Free Verse) ? Verse 1 – Spoken, low & deliberate We didn’t just merge frequencies — we remade constellations, spat in the face of fate, then redrew the sky with bleeding hands and crooked halos. We changed the story mid-sentence. Ripped pages out of history and set them on fire — just to feel the warmth of our own mythology. ? Chorus...

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Somewhere there’s a sunflower poking out from the corner of a concrete barrier, going unnoticed by everyone except myself. And it makes me wonder: They say when you fall in love with an artist, you can never die. But what happens when an artist falls in love? Do they continue capturing futures, or only retrospective moments? Time is an old concept—or shall I say, odd? Because I see you in soft shadows and storefront glass, in wilted flowers I forget to water,...

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you have a glow about you that is beyond earthly beauty one of sincerity of love and honesty of kindness and simplicity...

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honest spontaneous trustworthy respectful independent fun sensual closeness...

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S-incere A-nd R-eal A-ffection H-as M-oved, A-s Y-ou R-eceive O-ne's Q-uietly U-nveiled E-motions ©bfa050225 Monocrostic (Birthday of Sarah May L. Roque)...

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My doctor is like no other, he treats me like a brother. Never unfair nor dishonest in diagnosis or prognosis; he tells me all just as it is – a trait he’s known for best. During my recent physical, with expertise and acumen, he revealed nothing amiss, my health sound and admirable. And with beaming pride of a respected professional said I’d make a fine specimen in formaldehyde....

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2025.4.14. I have started writing diary since May last year. Eventually, my diary's style, transformed to poem like. After five months of losing friendship with BB, By the end of the year, I rested a bit. I was emotional exhausted. I started posting my poem in mid January this year, When JC introduced me to the poetry world. Every thing went well so...

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Honest Worlds Messages, ladies texting. They don’t know this life The answers are honest, nothing is hidden. Map of life Ladies like the sender. The sender likes them, ladies This guy loves all of them. But he is not a polygamous He just loves life. He just loves a lot of different lives Reading the honest words is a good emotional...

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I feel As if my eyes Are nowhere to be seen And it’s just me. I feel As though my soul Has nothing to be found. What is this sound? Ah, yes, The beating heart. Though broken, but bleeding, But beautiful - the Art! I feel As well my path Is no-one’s to be deemed. But that’s just me! … I feel As I did then When knowing needed this healing. Why this again? … And, yes, The...

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Man, someone remind me, what I did! Who I was and still wasn’t. Who I became is not the same, And change is change, but this is just derange. What did I do? I say… Where was the fork in the road? How have I’ve lost in the sand and the snow? Maybe the better question, though - what will I do? God,...

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Lay my heart bare, let it bleed and spill, Upon these pages, where silence once filled. With every tear, my story is written, In ink and in sorrow, my truth will be told. I rip my heart wide, like a book that's well-worn, Each scar is a reminder of battles I've borne. Let the words dance freely, unchained and uncouth, For you...

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The pictures of yesterday tell a truth we've forgotten, with our every instant recorded and filtered, rehearsed and scripted. Our parent's snapshots, though some black and white, imperfect and tattered from so many witnesses, are frozen moments in time. We will never be as honest again....

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No one waits for me outside patiently, ...

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As the audiences watched In amazement The truth was formulated As the events started to unfold In anticipation The individual was respected Salute to you LETA, Is ìt the sequence of events That led back to the rose pink shoe It is the evidence Is it the seventeen years of endurance That revealed the truth It is the owner of the shoe Case...

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Harold was all bluff and guff brusque and rough his words sometimes pinched cheeks too hard with his honest plain Tennessee talk Some thought he was rude he had no filter he was abrupt but not corrupt a few of us appreciated his honesty...

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