Short Truth Hurts Poems
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Why does the truth hurt?
Because we lie
That’s no lie
Even, I lie
And That's the truth
That's why the truth hurts
it can be a bad key
so don't' do it
it don;t fit
its bad drit
just make you alert
for what its worth
the
TRUTH HURTS
Truth hurts and scares you
but don't hide behind there
it will stay with you
and maybe transform into a demon
that will forever scar you
If I saids this or that
It's way it's tat
You c an bet
Amin check
Am not a bad rat
If your fat your fat
He this get you alert
Tho the
tRUTh HURtS
Like looking in a mirror,
and being shown not fresh youth
but ragged age, lost dreams---
but good for the soul it is
I'm sure...mea culpa,
my bad
yes it do
i tell you
it makes you blue
tell a lie
you only get by
you tell the truth
you can tell your youth
so why be dirt
don't be jerk
the
TURTH HURT
Tell me no lies
Praise me when I do achieve and cradle me when I cry.
If you have to be cruel to be kind, dry my eyes with tissues when the truth hurts deep but tell me no lies.
I'm a lonely golf ball lost in the wood,
hit by a golfer that's not very good.
Honestly I swear,
I don't think he cares.
Maybe taking a few lessons he should.
7/11/21
PARADOX OF LIFE
Some people live in pretense to show bliss when they are sad for truth hurts.
4/25/21 Paradox of Life Poetry
JCB Brul
Checked: How Many Syllables
The truth hurts me, like a sad love story.
I try to alter it with dis-belief.
This with trying make it the truth for people to see.
Eventually people solved the mystery.
The truth became a lie that is snoring
Time bolts away that bright lightning flash
Space contains empty that blind dash
Nothing much except deeds trashed
Vain regrets cluster pain
Dread reveals disdain
Truth hurts most plain
Then true light
Fills sight
Bright
Leon Enriquez
10 December 2015
Singapore
If truth hurts, accept anyway
Getting straight to the root
Discern cause that makes us so sway
Then give darkness the boot
Mindful eye, cognisant
Being here, now present
Grants not dark fears consent
Sorrow spurts
If truth hurts
24-November-2021
Quietus
If the world is destroyed,
If the air turns hurt,
If the pains are severe,
If love turns to hatred,
There is only one thing left.
If I fail this day,
If I die tonight,
If the truth hurts,
like slave master's steel,
I swear never
to cry,
for I know
there’s one
thing left:
ideology.
A Stewart Annie Everestus’s poem © 2019
As the skeletons
fall out
of the cupboard
spiders
webs attached
the distraction
slowly crawls out
a web of lies
like leaches
you drained
me of all truth
sucked in with lies
like a snake
i swallowed everyone
now i spit them back
with venom
truth hurts
cutting you
to the bone
as the skeletons
come out
the inner shell
off you
Truth hurts, which is why the wise
Shield it from the weak;
The young, the sick, the grieving, the old.
But the truth is
And there is really no escaping it.
We can try
We can run, we can hide, we can work ourselves
Or medicate ourselves
Into oblivion,
But in the end the truth will out
As we’re left standing naked
Before the mirror of our mind.
(8/22/26)
Never think you know everything
About everyone
There is always someone
Lurking beneath the surface
It doesn't matter how well
You think you know someone
Sometimes it’s just like
You don’t know them at all
When you find out something
About someone you thought you knew
It can change your whole perspective
On that one person
And leaves you there just wondering
Why?
Form:
You can never hide.
Hide your feelings inside.
Inside lies a bunch of lies.
Lies that will never be kept on your blindside.
You make sure that you’re alone.
Alone is not the truth.
Truth hurts the most.
Most will watch you go poof.
Insecurity is your best friend.
Friends will leave you at the end.
End of the day is a struggle.
Struggle is easy to attend.
Sometimes when she is on my mind,
I let her make my memories blind,
And forget how she left me behind,
How I would be undermined,
My life lit up then thrown aside,
The sanity I never did find,
How after we would lay entwined,
Where I stood would be defined,
And she left me to myself remind,
That nevermore would she be mine.
This truth hurts, and that is why,
I think about her all the time.
Never believe what other people believe
Because the beliefs of others might not be yours
Always question yourself and search for the truth.
Sometimes the truth hurts but it is better to know
Than to think you know.
Knowledge is a strong defence against
Unknowing
Don't just take for granted what other people say
Think for yourself.
Be the open minded person that you are meant
To be.
My pen is never shy,
Not too proud to not tell,
Not too vexed to lie,
The truth and all the flaws it shares,
Its manifestation above reality,
Its distinction and authenticity,
Such an exceptional piece, a pin pointed ball in ink
No matter what the color is genuine it remains,
Fluently is all it says,
Perfect it ain’t, but full of care
Yet the truth hurts,
But understand I cry at times and still roll with times
At first, I thought that we could be together
You made me happy and made me burst into laughter
You were there when I'm sad
You wiped my tears and told me "Please don't be mad."
But now, I've realized the mere fact
The truth hurts like you've been hit by a truck
I hope that my heart would mend as soon as possible
Even though I know it's very impossible
I know someday, maybe someday
I'll be over you night and day
What hurts more, the truth?,
or the fact you knew you were right all along.
Why do lies seem more believable?,
than the truth itself.
Why do people pretend things aren't happening?,
when they really are.
Why do people put faith in other people?,
only to be let down.
Why do people keep trying to love?,
only to be hurt again.
The truth hurts yes,
knowing the truth before hearing it is worse.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
the truth is in the rhyme
of sticks and stones and
things are said all the time
that bleed us 'cause we let 'em
the truth is, that the truth hurts
yet we suffer too, the lie
spoken words thoughtlessly blurted
mistold, mistaken, or misapplied
so what adage do we use to heal
pride bruised from hurtful taunt
good self-esteem and spirit reveal
a self-worth free from want
bones to pick, and stones to toss
won't allow regard to get across
© Goode Guy 2012-12-07
Walking down the block with a dime in her hand
Still in her stomach is a seed from another man
Her mans not home but he's got a rock in his hand
She's going crazy cuz she knows that she did him wrong
In her mind all she hears is that same old song
The one they used to listen to
The one that describes it all
Three days pass by and theres still no call
Not even a letter
i know God can make it better.....
And now it makes sense!.....
He loved,loved in past tense.
Form:
How do U know what is right...
When it's so complicated?
So many underlying factors,
Deep down U know it's so wrong.
Feeling like a horrible person for doing what U feel is so right?
One decision makes you a good person in doing what's right?
However, the other decision makes U feel like the worst person in the world?
Making the choice feels so hard.
Even though making the choice U know is right...
Doesn't make it an easy choice.
What does one do, when the truth hurts?