Truly Poems - Poems about Truly

Is life truly an art or just a messy canvas I never asked to touch, and death the same, a final brushstroke or just a fear hidden in dark corners? I ask this because, if life is art, then I suppose I am an artist, but shouldn't artists love what they create, find peace in their works, not feel...

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Was it truly your choice to live in a world that fills you only with anger and sadness, To drown in your silent fury and that of your comrades, until silence becomes a painful cry? Did you choose for your limbs to twitch, to fight, for your feet to kick, your hands to scratch, Or is it just...

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Here is a poem for Mental Health Awareness week: We never know how a person truly feels inside. Sometimes we hide behind a smile. Remember to check on your friends and family. Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it. I look into the mirror, What do I see? ...

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For you it's in your bedroom in which I will never ever tire. For you it is a different kind of sparkling fire. For you it will only be us that I truly desire....

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Do you truly believe that I have torn through the centuries with invisible claws, unveiling the arteries of time like strands of silk, only to evaporate into the mist of forgetfulness? That I have ravaged the peaks of celestial laws, tearing the throat of destiny, until its blood wove itself into the fabric of your name, only to unravel like...

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Once I thought Everyone will be beside me In words, in feelings, in presence But slowly I understood Nobody is truly not to anyone People come, stay for a while Then it gets lost with time Those whom I held tightly One day they also gave up slowly In the beginning, I used to be afraid to be alone But now this silence...

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He truly loves my face despite the grey shadows beneath my eyes. He truly loves me because I have never told him lies. He truly loves me even though we took so long to realize....

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You were truly different from all the rest! Your gaze held a mysterious world, so blessed. In childhood, I thought that in my garden of dreams, Happiness like yours was more than it seems. I met you. In a whirlwind, I find my way, Every day, I wait for you to stay. If my heart hadn’t trembled at first sight, You’d never know...

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(1-5-5-9 syllables) Say, Best in life today, Born to live, let's pray See through spiritual eyes, okay!...

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Is it truly death they fear, or the unraveling of their illusory self-importance, as they tread through existence, erecting fragile monoliths of their ephemeral legacy, believing their names will resonate through ages, as if permanence were a divine gift, a privilege born not of vanity, but of an illusion of eternity that never ends, watching as each moment turns...

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Does she truly exist? Doubt envelops her essence, like a mist that dissolves in the undulating thicket of unknown thoughts, lost and merged with the landscape scorched by the endless summer. Yet cold lurks there, beneath the sun's rays, among the phallic trees. He wears the night like a cloak of darkness and unease, his heavy hand on her arm,...

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I said, "If you truly adored me, you'd prove it by tumbling for me." She said, "I can't today, cuz I just tumbled for Jay, and that gave me a really sore knee. ...

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Once again, yours truly takes poetic license. Whenever the missus irks me or complains... I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin whereby the Army National Guard gets called World War III declared Bubbe rolled over like Beethoven in his grave where re: posthumous renown one hundred & ninety eight years ago March 26, 1827,...

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Do you know that you saved yours truly? Your courage stood bright, and your heart didn't find me unruly You fought for me, even though you barely knew me, A stranger’s shield, a light that defended freely In shadows where hope had dimmed and grown frail, You offered your hand through the darkest of gale With eyes filled with kindness,...

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Yours truly (me) just got acclimated to writing 2024... whenever I needed to append the date to a document Though the situation infrequently arose for me to incorporate the year (2024 in this case) or listen to a well trained beetle browed foo fighter named Jethro Tull (in honor of an English agriculturist from Berkshire who helped to bring about the British Agricultural Revolution of...

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