Lies Poems - Poems about Lies

We are the villains in a story they spun We get the villain arc without being a villain The storyline of a traumatic childhood Living under a shadow Constantly being misunderstood Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good Without being given credit of saving the world What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward How...

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Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

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The Age of Lies Inimitable political satirical sardonically charged empirical verse for commiseration. Collated by the grand vision of lies that seem to defy all consideration. Berated constantly by a twisting of truth that ruthlessly denies the heinous propagation, Of fresh propaganda a slimy salamander in the office of world domination. Objective detectives are seen to be needing to...

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They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes...

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Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year. Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky. Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court. Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point. Please tell me that no one is ever alone. Please tell me that dying is easily explained. Please tell me that broken birds get back...

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Can You Imagine What It Must Be Like To Experience Salvation Alone? -Gray Squirrel 07-07-2025...

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4 July 2025 Juxtaposition Contest sponsored by Regina McIntosh Can a lie be true? Unwittingly! Can truth be a lie: unable to see? Is what I perceive the only truth; or, just my angled point of view? Where is the bird’s-eye scene: the whole, the real that holds all things, and all of time? Surely, that is God’s: not mine. ...

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One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies, Each waits, without time to choose among the shadows that creep in, Truth wanders like a lost echo through the crumpled pages of the world, Despair feeds on deep silences, like a bottomless well. One day we give new names to old thoughts, like a...

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They’re countless and they’re many like ripples in a stream Flowing swiftly, to distract like thoughts inside a dream His statements have no meaning for no knowledge dwells within They’re empty, like the bubbles often followed by a grin ...

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It's brought to you as if sincere, "The News" truth be damned! Knowingly false, the agenda, deception without compunction, to what end? Now its up to us to decipher, when the "Truth" are really lies!...

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Love lies, to win your heart and break it apart. Loves that lies are just clowns that have a big frown. They have no heart or soul inside of them, they are like the tin man in the wizard of oz. Like the one God warns of, the false one that comes with love but...

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"Democracy is the way" perhaps the greatest lie ever told or so it seems through my African eyes that have watched hope grow old. They say elections bring freedom that ballots are keys to chains but I’ve seen the vote become a veil while poverty still remains. What fills the screens are polished lies campaigns drenched in foreign languages while behind the stage are...

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It's easier to love when the worst case is having a funny story to retell at bars. It makes more sense to believe when truth left untold will never make it into the final edit. It's almost too easy to draw blood when I tell myself the red is just footnotes in my story— It's a relief to be forgetful when I know...

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Speaking out about what he does not know tho' saying it long and loud enough will never make it so and by the size of the sound of the flute he toots (or, is it his trumpet he blows?) this Cockwomble's too big for his britches he's way too big for his boots as for he who shall not be named for all the world...

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I never said the fish was that big, just long enough for your surprise. Yes, the sky did fall down once - though not in ways you've come upon. The art of the little white lie is a Trojan horse disguised to catch your attention. To trick you to pose or question what you'd never otherwise ask. The lie, error or mistake, flips the mind...

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