Truth Poems | Examples of Truth Poetry

Liars spend their days touting insincerity oozing insecurity Do they stand a chance when their tongues no longer dance ...

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A little lie, like a thin veil covering the truth in the night of crystal, A little candor, like a moonbeam gently piercing the darkness, Forgetfulness does not weep, for tears have dried on the cheeks of lost memories, Folly doesn't hurt, for it remains like a shadow silently slipping through time. So many falls into temptation happen, like...

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The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For...

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Inspired by Healing of Childhood Wounds. Don't mistake Connection or Familiarity with Love or a Relationship. Just because we have experienced Chaos and Heartbreak as "Normal", doesn't mean it's Good. Love shouldn't give you Stress, Anxiety, Pain, Emotional Upheaval or Confusion. Love should feel like Calm, Peace, Happiness, Joy, Safety, and Home. The relationships I...

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I am not letting you rent a space inside my head. No, you are not living here no more. Stop running up and down in my head. You trampled my heart, step on it. Now you're coming in and out, up and down in my head. Leave me alone, I am good on my own. I want to...

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I'm not like you you're not like me on that you and I we can agree but strange to say and there's no mystique Snap! we're really all the same in that... we are all unique! ...

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When you stand before the mirror so still.. Do you count the years, against your will? Trace each line like a fading chart.. And mourn the youth that did depart? But what if mirrors told the tale.. Not of what's gone, but where you prevail? Not just the texture, time, or trace.. But every triumph you now embrace. The silvered reflection that greets...

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I left because my body broke, And weighed with grief, my spirit spoke. I told you oft, I made things clear, Yet pressure came—not care, but fear. No shame I bear for what I owe, I acted true, as you well know. The key I left, the money too— What’s lost beyond, I never knew. I paused before I took my leave, Awaiting peace...

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Proud warriors of black and white Debunk the bad extol the worse Your Che Guevara shirts fit tight I’m not a customer of those You cannot take me for a nation Considering the hues I see I’m wrong in your simplification With which I strongly disagree I see more colours of the spectrum Won’t pick the one you use for me I note...

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Grace is a free gift That cover up all drifts Even in its own shift It troubles logical thefts Truly, in problems, it seems there is no grace Or you think many are out of space May be its remains are of trace Meant for those who set the pace Working grace is for all Just that many don't listen to its...

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Each summer I sunbathe quite nude Onlookers gasp, they think it’s rude Cos I'll open my thighs To deter pesky flies I'm thankful my spouse is no prude! ...

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something really familiar to my soul to be stranded in a place where memories are made where memories are cherished with pieces of the heart not really broken but rather tainted from the unspoken truths that are hidden from the time spent with the unspoken love of the future longings...

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It's brought to you as if sincere, "The News" truth be damned! Knowingly false, the agenda, deception without compunction, to what end? Now its up to us to decipher, when the "Truth" are really lies!...

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secrets isolation ultimately bloom brightly connecting in spite of all odds when true spirits prevail...

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I think at times I am unfair with poetry, wanting perfection I am not -- wanting poetry to clarify, purify...as though poetry were independent from its source alas, poetry is only worthy as its loss....

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