The Truth Poems - Poems about The Truth

The truth is always in the middle guarded on both flanks It might stun so much should it escape we might as well give thanks ...

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Here's a great Aussie.' Ann spoke it straight.!! South Australian civic center...On agenda 21 old mates.!...

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***Caveat lector: This piece may very well "ruffle" a few feathers, and I'm sorry about that, guys.*** The female realm has a mysterious equality Where women share an odd intimacy Concerning home, and children, and men. Somehow they seem to know That what they do is worthwhile And makes all the difference to everyone. Whereas men, thinking themselves The calm center of everything, Set...

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May we be blessed to have learned these simple facts. knowledge we should have been taught in our youth…. how we don’t need many words… when we’re going to speak the truth. And if creating a better world for everyone… is our our goal…our undertaking… how important it is to speak our truth even when our voice is shaking. ...

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The Truth The Whole Truth. And: Nothing But The Truth. *** There's No Way I Can Do That... I Can't Swear To That! *** Are You Serious?! The WHOLE Truth? *** Nobody Can Do That. Even If They Tried... It's More Than What It Was: When It's New New New New New... *** Impossible. Whoever Said: "It Is Too!" (Possible.) Is Lying. No Way. -Gray Squirrel 06-07-2025...

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Awakening humanity.' Struggling within the breadth and depth of possibility's revelling in those possibility's and also an Obstinancy.' Blood-soaked actions stoking their reality wanderers all' Lost leaders exploring so much iniquity bursts of good; with some intensity! Travelling in orbits so Habitually. Builders of edifices in great vanity' until redemption through the veil of flesh; to humanity.'...

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I fold myself into smiles I don’t feel, like paper carefully hiding the truth, I walk hallways as if I’m not slowly melting into the shadows of silent walls, I nod in conversations as if I’m truly listening, but in reality, I’m just trying to remember what it was like to breathe without apologizing for every breath. The mirror...

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To carry the truth, weighs heavy on the shoulders... like a wooden cross!...

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I thought that it was all okay But see, my heart got in the way It told me lies that I believed Yet I can't claim I was deceived I gladly opened up the door I welcomed them, I did for sure But then they up and went away I'd found the truth, now where are they?...

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The truth is that we are always children, lost in the labyrinth of time with maps drawn from the dreams of the night, Children with scraped knees from life's falls, with veins like the roots of ancient trees piercing the earth, Our scars are medals of survival, and age spots are constellations drawn on skin stretched like...

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The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature". That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust". The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way. President Trump never speaks "The Truth". A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values. ...

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To speak the truth in a world woven with lies is to set yourself on fire like a torch, Just to prove you were never made of wax melted under absent gazes, They praise polite silence, mute nods, and false smiles that hide the void, But they tremble when your words come unfiltered, sharp, soaked in everything they...

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A ceaseless exhibition that stings, Amongst matchless marvels on world screens, A pleuritic pain to my soft breath it brings, Subtle slight pulses caught in baleful scenes. A blooming rushed pseudo sketch, Like a snap in harsh lights at a clumsy stretch, False fury flows through spectators’ veins, With replays, the cloud of claims still rains. The loud, jarring noise engulfs the lone...

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To every dollar there are 'one hundred cents' in Britian its The same..Yet the reckoning is in pence.' Meanwhile i Pound..' On the gate of reason.' At least thats the name it bears.' Here in this ' land of fluid thinkers?' Till my knuckles Bones show bare.' There is no sense!! In the current world; so unfair.. This is...

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Poindexter was irritated about his name His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances. Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F? He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful. His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him. He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why. They looked...

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