The Truth Poems - Poems about The Truth

God signs off on His handiwork releases into the world a human soul First inside the womb and then outside that soul begins to unfold For...

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Do you know how it feels to be No one's first priority? The feeling of being alone While your friends are falling in love. The time when you needed support But no one was there to. The anxiety of being accused When you did nothing wrong. The fear of getting rejected By the one you love. The pain...

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You were always so good At hiding yourself in the dark I tried and I tried To throw you out Of the furthest recesses of my mind And somehow you are still there Embedded in the deepest crevices of my brain Where I couldn't see you Lurking there in the blackness For thirty years Waiting ... for one of those days When I'm down and...

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like steaming water seeps through the openings in the bottom of a colander the wisdom of ages past is filtered by my conscious mind leaving all but a few bits and pieces caught in the process I am ashamed to only share the remnants of the astounding truth that came to me giving only the morsels that manage to...

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Delight! nothing could be more idyllic than when writers receive commendation for work, non-synthetic, non- acryllic, pieces with original foundation. Stand and say without intimidation - “I composed this from my own heart and mind.” your own witness worth hearing, well-defined. I’ve read A-I recyled in comments - mere placebo, neither helpful nor kind, so ostentatious, perceived as...

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They seek a label, something to define, Then twists the truth and paints it all in shame. It drags the soul beneath its harsh, cold flame, And whispers lies to mar a spotless shine. No kindness dwells where judgment takes its hold, Where friends alone may pass without a scar. Yet in this night, a quiet strength is bold— A guarded peace...

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You’re only as old as you feel some say. How will it feel on your eightieth birthday? Everything’s quieter and harder to see. Not everyone, just seems like it to me. Portions are smaller as we sit and dine. When we do drink it’s but one glass of wine. No longer can we just turn on a dime. And it gets harder...

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“We are all here on Earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for, I don’t know.” - W. H. Auden Everyone wants to be a comedian, some are better at it than others. The many types of humour range from dark & bitter to kind & thought-provoking. Sometimes there's room for interpretation where depth of meaning...

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I learned what I fear today: Intimacy. I can’t seem to face my raw emotions bluntly; in fact I despise them for being unpoetic Why be vulgar and direct when I can hide behind my metaphors, my harbor; my fantasies, my buffer—between reality and my brain cells too proud to be seen scattered, sprinkled all over— well, nothing Even this moment I struggle to simply write:...

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For what charge is this you lay at my feet? For what misdemeanour or untruth did I afore commit? Did I steal, did I lie and some innocence fall in my stead? Did I indeed do much worse and is someone known to me now stone dead? There is nothing between the daylight and the dark. No grey space...

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I am called Annie A Lander. Perhaps my mother believed This name would be fitting for me, But my father disagreed; he felt I should bear the name of a goddess, Such as Sarasvati, who embodies many souls. I share my thoughts and ideas like wildflowers, Dispersing my...

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A couple of days ago I had an encounter It was very educational Many lives in illusion They're very delusional If you're not aware You'll fall in their well Then You start living in a warfare. They believe in illusion Which is void Thinking it's reality No wonder Christ was crucified The truth is really bitter They all like sugar...

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America’s political and metaphysical foundation is not Christian — it is Greco-Roman. Our system of governance was built upon two classical ideas: the Greeks' Democracy and the Romans' Republic. The U.S. Constitution is a hybrid derived from these two traditions.¹ The divergence between Greco-Roman and Christian understandings of “truth” — and how each applies it to public...

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I remember the first question I never had the courage to speak. I feared I would not receive an answer, and feared even more if I did. words were born from hunger, not from dreams. I had no dreams, only roads walked by others, and I clung to the edge of their shadows, like a child forbidden to ask where is the mother. Wisdom is a...

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Line of inquiry: "hearts set up a vibration echoing as wordless intent mind translates in symbols flight of our soul’s ascent is intent then a stirring of soul with God conferring" My one heart as a part of humanity's great heart, spiritually holds the indwelling God presence as sought. A human hold shiftily slants and grows knots tied fraught with false-held, gloomy feels that...

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