Truths Poems - Poems about Truths

...I was a child of solitude, a phantom among games and echoes, And my heart beat in rhythm with the hidden signs of the infinite. I remain now an old alien fortress, atop a forgotten hill, Holder of......Read the rest...

... we live in an age where needles and lies weave threads that get tangled and lost naked truths disappear once 'the stitchers' advise sewing doubt at whatever the cost. beware that p......Read the rest...

...In a world where whispers were the currency of women, a letter dared to roar. Tagore, the weaver of unseen truths, unfurled a tale with threads of fire. Mrinal, a caged bird with a song unhe......Read the rest...

......In fact, these truths are nothing new, the Jews and the Christians knew well that love disordered is nothing more than an expressway to Hell. That evil will misuse your live, something that w......Read the rest...

...In the darkness of the night, when silence speaks It whispers secrets that only the soul seeks In the stillness, where words fail to convey The truth of our hearts finds a way to say In the quiet......Read the rest...

... Jesus is my life's desire living for His glory alone pushing my limits to the full making Jesus ever to be known Lord Jesus walking close to you makes me feel good deep inside for you to fi......Read the rest...

...If you could picture me now, and here, by these familiar distant waters, you might fasten on my journey, those incalculable dark miles, think of the strangeness: these ghost gums, ageless agai......Read the rest...

...Burned achingly bright, burned down My heart burns out no more I now listen I accept the terms of use of my life They are not fair…of course If I stop protesting long enough though… Do I see th......Read the rest...

...When I am up, every sky is a boundless, cloudless expanse of brilliantly blinding blue. When I am up, I am William the Conqueror and William Shakespeare and William Jennings Bryan all in one. W......Read the rest...

...Quote: “The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.” Emerson Forest, a Delphic shrine, In woods where shadows dance in dappled light, The forest stands in depths of day or night, W......Read the rest...

...In the chamber of the soul, where silences gather, I dwell as a hermit in the city of foam, Where the world seems like a faded illusion, I wrap myself in thoughts, like a tree in its closed bark. ......Read the rest...

...In the mystic labyrinth of my soul, The exterior mirrors vanish into the heavy void, Like veils of mist, enveloping metaphors, Concealing the deep, magical, and mysterious secrets. Mirrors shimme......Read the rest...

...Writing is my hobby, like many others do, Just like my lover, who loves someone new. Through the rhythm and rhyme, I ignite. These unspoken feelings, I gently write, In writing poetry, I find m......Read the rest...

...Sad place when Lucifer sits behind a desk allowing severe repeat violent offenders to give false statements falsified documents in order to frame innocent persons from behind bars after over 20 convi......Read the rest...

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...