Mistruths Poems | Examples

I wish we had truth glasses
Which would enable one to see another’s truth or lies
Face to face and with every other type of communication
All mistruths and deceptions no longer disguised


The truth glasses would be brilliant on social media
A big bold word of either “ TRUE or LIES” would appear on screen
Letting us know who we are honestly dealing with
Keeping us all away from predators and the obscene


What a difference it would make in our world
If all lies were known and only truth reigned free
The benefits, positives and peace created would be unimaginable 
As would the complete chaos and debris!

The trees move past me
And the sun above me, around

I can see that yellow everywhere -
In the dawn sky between the black and blue,
In the graveyard milestones I cross by and by,
In the rings of fire of the noon star,
In the fragile leaves waiting to fall at my touch.

I can see that warm yellow cut by his sharp rings of black.

I cruise past the winged wildlings
And drift as slow as the setting sun.

I can see that shape-shifting yellow everywhere
In the many mad-made temples of mistruths
In the machines racing to nowhere lands
And in the hearts of men that ride them.

I can see that blood yellow, it's etched in my sight.

I'm standing still and the world is moving behind,
I can see life and I can see death in the rings of my fingers.

I can see that yellow that's so bright, it's the color of love
Lighting up on the touch of skin on skin
And in the center of trees as old as the world
And in the souls that eyes cannot see.

I can that yellow that's not yellow, and it's breathing rings of life into me.
I'm alive again.

All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it

Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially

transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise

realms of performances
pestered with dalliances

circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's

not a dream,
but utopian reality

as you project your image
into telescopic

Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential

blockades of hurdles
terminating serenity.

Peacefulness serenades auras
of dancing mistruths

utilized to perfection
under lights.

You take a final bow,
go to sleep.

Such a divine moment, 
I've lost my self control
Such a divine moment
Dwell before your holiest of alters

I'll sell my self esteem
I'll sell my soul
I'll sell my honour
Just one taste of you

So pure, and such a rare token
A dollar right in time
So scarce, and such a rare beauty
Stay frozen, still still, in the quiet of times

When I look through,
I can see you naked by the oblivious
And you don't see anyone
Just a reflection in a mirror of mistruths

Is it too hard to ask you
Sleeping beauty?
We're both drunk on egos
Truelly I could make it right if I wake you up

Come into my world
Breath
Come into my world
Breath
 
But I can't help but I feel a little bit curious
About your amends
So glad to see you well
But I have to see what is beneath the halo

So glad to see you well, but my friend, is nothing
What you kept behind the eyes of the spiral
What you didn't keep behind the eyes of a falling spiral
Now everyone has found out back to the sleeping beauty

I think nothing of the insecure 
mistruths that inhabit your sight.
Fermenting like aged peaches and rye placed 
upon an invisible shelf.
To question oneself is to admit that nothing 
can be known, is truth
 in itself.
Long forgotten pasts hibernate in the mind 
obscuring the view of our eyes, 
pulsating, thriving to survive 
their primitive habitat.
Overloading your image of reality 
to contain their misconceptions, 
once known truths.

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