Life Truth Poems - Poems about Life 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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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

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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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“…ye have been with me from the beginning…when ...

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