Truly Poems - Poems about Truly

Yours truly like most every hominid linkedin... to genus and species of *****sapiens, (who trod across oblate spheroid since time immemorial as well as other simians - classed as naked apes - and now I enclose a bit of esoteric trivia, whereby chimpanzee and the bonobo our closest living relatives share a surprisingly high percentage of their DNA with humans, estimated to be around 98.7-98.8%) seek...

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True and Deep within me I found it That I have lost My smile Which I had used Hope and soul But to defend sorrow and pain No longer Will entice My heart With its positivity I know that I should stay true- To myself I owe that At the least… P.S. you can read this backwards (too)....

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Wait, my love, but do you truly believe what you see now? Are you carried along my river, and am I the one you seek? Sit beneath the sun that burns like a living flame, submerged deep in the pond of my dreams, Swaying in the air like leaves carried by the wind, truth or dare, on the...

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Have I truly moved away, or am I just becoming a shadow in time, like a ghost forgetting it was once flesh and blood, my laughter is louder now, but only in places where your echo doesn't reach, I say I'm fine, as if wielding a language of illusions and other worlds. I've closed the paths to you, yet...

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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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