Life Truth Poems - Poems about Life Truth

There is a lot of history and a little of you

Living off the glory your ancestors lived through 
You need to go out and live your life for you. 

Patriotic pride from an historical stride, 
a war that was won before you were alive 

the struggles for freedom 
the heroes who died 
born into freedom 
you didn’t decide 

History owes nothing but the offer of

To Know The Truth

Does life to anyone really make sense?
Or is all of mankind, really this dense?
God offers his wisdom and truth to man,
Yet it still seems we seldom understand.

Are we blinded by reason, and logic?
Surely, it’s not genes or biologic?
While meditating on things I don’t know,
It came to me; the culprit is ego.

Its goal is to always

One of a Kind

Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say

Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out
Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt

They’ll still try

The Adventure Called Life

How far we seem to climb
Just to fall down the other side
But we will climb the next mountain
Trying to find where we belong

How deep we dive down
Before we realise we can't breathe
But we will continue to dive
Trying to reach the treasure we crave

How high we fly up
Knowing gravity gravity will drag us back down
But we

Dispiriting

Endless and obscure
the labyrinth of existence is,
when the conflict with self-truth
drags on and on.

Dispiriting is knowing
not even a sketch was life,
before All emerged from the oceans
of uncreated light.

Truth Lives For People Who Have Faith

Like water flows freely,
Where the spirit send.
Shows surely growth,
For those who mature.
Hearts will revived,
Souls will be saved.
People reach the light,
There's no emptiness
Where the truth lives.

Bozo

Bozo

Bozo's From Your Dad
And Your Grandad
And Your Dad's GrandDad
And Off Into Finality
Where All Of Them Meet
As One, Eternally.

I Thought This
Would Be An
Apology, Though
Uh?

Weird?

Is That Backwards?

-Gray Squirrel

05-20-2025

The howl remains

Look what we've done
But why did you?
Look, we've done it
But should we have?

Why this first?
To be more heard.
Just because we could?
We'll describe.

So what about evolution?
What about it?
Is it not the rule?
Who’s to say?

Was it necessary?
We’ll justify it.
But in the silence
The howl remains.

Truth is Scarce

James was dead Peter was chained 
and people prayed
Peter was a prisoner for his faith 
Released by an angel a miracle
I believe 
Truth is scarce so is peace
A game of hide & seek
Nothing feels right I don't know why
There are times I need to shake my head 
Something lost in the translation I think 
when

Just Visiting

I came to dance to my song;
to move well and rhythmically, but not for too long
To dance like nobody's watching, just feeling the groove;
moving like nobody's business with nothing to prove...

I came to do my part.
To give, receive, and come straight from the heart
To make a difference wherever and whenever I can
Wandering while wondering with

The Stage

Where pain is hidden
Where tears are suppressed
Where one can escape misery and suffering 
Where a mythical character comes to life 
Born 
Creates a life of its own
One's authentic reality hidden
Sealed
Morphed into the Character 

The mask is worn
A disguise 
Roles are played 
Dramatic performances along with showmanship 
Falsehoods arise
A superficial smile explodes
Life can certainly be a

Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future

I ask what I've learnt since I was a youth. 
It seems as though I don't have much to show - 
so much energy, spent in search of truth.
Little, have I, of what there is to know. 

Like anyone, I've suffered from abuse, 
but there's no point in stewing in my juice, 
and ambition does

Cowboy Logic

If my thoughts are to be mine alone
embracing utterance cannot be an option.

Only thoughts kept corralled, wear my brand,
and once uttered, they pasture on open range.

Becoming vulnerable to any unscrupulous cowboy
who possesses a running iron.

Flowing Love

"Good energy flowing like a circuit of light,
cast upon my presence, your pulsing love holds me through the night"

Melancholy

Is it me? Is it real?
The feelings that I feel…
never seem to match 
the world around me.

What if I’m lost in time,
wrapped up in some sublime 
cosmic poet’s next attempt 
at melancholy?

I don’t ever feel at home,
most times would rather be alone. 
I’m broken, yeah I know
cuz I don’t change things. 

Maybe I’m just out

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