Simple Truth Poems - Poems about Simple Truth

my cigarette carton smells like gum like my mothers bag when i was young. the cicadas are hidden in the bushes as if surrounded by the dwell of freedom which follow me throughout the country. i prefer...Read the rest...

No fancy pants is I Nor do l try No airs and graces No two faces No academic nor scholar No white collar Simply just me Writing heart poetry...Read the rest...

Whichever pathway you decide to choose, They’ll always be lessons and lots of clues. On every pathway, lessons will exist, Finding truth will require that you persist. Walking a path, does not learning assure. Takes more than presence, learning...Read the rest...

There is an ease when l am with you The way it should be Never an awkward silence Just a realness and honesty No judgements made You accept me completely I am me and you are you Just as love should be...Read the rest...

I've been there, I have done that, I ain't saying I am part of the act. I see my steps, Blinded mistakes, Added up the visions. Why is that I continue? What do you have to grab on to? Admiring what you pursue. Give...Read the rest...

It’s pure as fresh snow and as pale as a ghost. It’s the shade on the light spectrum that I loathe the most. A beluga whale, the milky moon and the aftermath of bleach and all my body’s hidden places just...Read the rest...

When you have found your dream, do not forget: Be kind, for others may not have theirs yet....Read the rest...

truth peeled hearts healed...Read the rest...

Basilides preached Matthias In the fortress of the white lighthouse...Read the rest...

A SIMPLE TRUTH Strange; how one can comment on another nation's crueltyWhilst, so clearly forgetting their own consistent continuity Indiana Shaw . . . : /...Read the rest...

No one understands the personal battles. No one knows that pain That I go through every single day. Darkness constantly attacking my brain. I go through thoughts that would make The common man insane. On my own to the point where...Read the rest...

I want to scream into a microphone Let it run through the chord and out the speakers For the world to hear I want to pour my word vomit into people's heads For once it wouldn't go through one...Read the rest...

Fresh upon the morning grove, With day becoming hot, And sitting there upon the stove, A kettle and a pot. The kettle blew and lifted high, And poured into the cup, With that to see it’s bottom by, And so the pot...Read the rest...

words do not reveal a lie there's stress and strain within your eyes occurrences not of real life retrieved from the brains creative side within a split second not for long there's too much thinking going on pressure shows, don't get...Read the rest...

A massive, arch-shaped hearth of stone, old shiplap walls of weathered oak, warm, woolen rugs of corded make, ancient rocker, it creaks a lot. Fire consumes thick maple logs, perched low on a wrought iron gate, cast shadows flicker on the...Read the rest...