I experience reality from my own Perspective.
If I had not existed to experience reality from my perspective I would not have experienced it at all.
Who can see if not me?
Who am I if not me?
can we be who we chose to be
Or are we known as who we thought we have been?
who am I if not me?
can I be who I want to be?
am I free or am I me?
Who am I if not I am me?
I am who I experience myself to be?
my experience is dependent on my own perception of reality from my own Perspective.
True greatness
is found
in the
ordinary
The special
or
exclusive
passe
Available
to all
in the mainstream
recalled
The fringes
where
poseurs
— foray
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you love your name.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Did you choose it in your game?
Hey Listen! Tell me something!
I heard you proud of your gender.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Is it really your choice or nature?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you love your nation.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Which form did you fill for admission?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you proud of your religion.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Do you know it's real vision?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you are lucky to be human.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Does your heart have compassion?
We dance singing songs of Love.
sinister dreams of wild death.
I saw him preaching the Gospel after the Rapture.
Harvey Levin preached the good news in my dreams.
very strange that I woke up made a video talking about it.
Harvey Levin a tribulation Saint wild dream.
Praise Jesus forever.
Thank you Jesus forever.
The Quiet Sovereign
by Christopher Haywood
2 October 2026
A thunderous speech can fill the space,
And shake the rafters, loud and proud,
Directing every turned-up face,
To sway the court and move the crowd.
It claims the air, it claims the hall,
With ringing words that heavily fall—
A passing wave that fills it all,
Then fades into a hollow sigh.
Yet when the bluster breaks away,
And heavy stillness settles in,
A deeper presence comes to stay,
Beneath the quiet, past the din.
For noise can rule the physical space,
And capture every wandering eye,
But silence meets you face to face,
Where no conviction fits a lie.
The loud voice commands the room;
The clear silence commands the mind.
A ship sails away
Will a storm it delay
A plane's wheels leave the ground
Will it land safe and sound
Nations quarrel and fight
Neither is right
Lies rapidly spread
Will they kill the truth dead
Out of body, all Divine --
the mystic does not die to get there,
a life long relationship. Claimed.
Who do we believe?~ (one who loves life
deeply death will never deceive....) Poet.
------------------------------------------------------
Hmm...indeed sometimes lies -- and the heart can lie even when thinking truth...even the marriage vow, till death do us part (the priest his own Christian contradiction). No one really knows the deeper nature of the heart. Does it start with a beat of flesh? Or its own spiritual continuance possessing form whatever? Time will less tell than Heaven and Hell.
The way to the heart of Truth
Is not through establishing what it is
But only by establishing what it is not;
Not this, not this, not this
And so on to infinity.
Proving a negative is possible.
It is what’s left when all the positive
Assertions have been peeled away;
Not that, not that, not that
Until all that’s left is simply what is.
(9/30/26)
Too much negativity can lead astray --
what you see is more of what you
will get; what you hear are the echoes
that your heart will send back – what you pray are
the angels you will attract...the God
type who will lead them. Entertain in your mind
deceit, greed, war and violence, greater fire and smoke
will suck the air from your experienced everyday environment.
Speak vehemence, vengeance, and the Lord of retribution
will contrive your footsteps and flying – the deity
of heavens and hells will imprint new
such drama landscapes, battles of your dawns and nights.
One manifests, forms and reforms fears and desires his
deluded heart and soul mistakenly empower. Clean
one’s self, and both heaven and hell
will be at last an immaculate harmony of peace and shared
love. Heaven on earth. No Second Coming till then.
Wow!!! What a difference a name change can make
Who needs to grow vanilla beans?
No gaseous undertone at all now
Fake news to think otherwise
Gives profound, renewed meaning to this famous line:
"A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
Heart racing, mind searching for answers.
So stuck. On the brink of tears.
Yet He remains good.
The need to control, the need to know.
Holding my breath for certainty that won't come.
Yet He remains good.
He holds my future in His hands.
With hope and purpose in His plans.
And for that, He is good.
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
left the UN hall, all
seventy seven teams, coz,
Netanyahu's word
Racists will live in fright
what a beautiful sight
They cannot even fight
cursed by Aries' moonlight
with tortured days and nights
I'll keep shining so bright
they'll still want a bite
but they're all too uptight
My curse officially takes flight!
I can With honey words and flower kisses
And the dew of sweet half-truths
of old quaint love-tales foredone.
in the twilight I sit in whispers
as far-heard bells.
have I known that gay youth that is gone
As the shadow of wind.
Nay, I am ever swept upward
To the centre of all truth
So must I Rapt into this flame
"Follow! Follow!"
And in the power be reborn.
together this power must we,
Cry eternally:
"I come, And again,
"Follow,"
we may not tarry.
(Blackout of The Summons by Ezra Pound)
Truth Categories
Definition | What is Truth in Poetry?
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.
Related Poetry Forms
truthfulness, legitimacy, veracity, certainty, principle, authenticity, fact, accuracy, truism, nitty gritty, maxim, facts, verisimilitude, factualness, score, actuality, axiom, rectitude, picture, dope, precision, genuineness, perfection, factuality, gospel