White Lies Poems - Poems about White Lies

Black and White Lies

A lie that is coloured white
A lie that make things seem all right.
A lie that leaves you asking why
Discovering those lies that made you cry.

Lies exposed, were meant as a joke
The lies that many hearts have broke.
Lies to conceal a secret love affair
The liars lie, is the truth they swear.

Scheming lies to scam for money
Lies

The Disguise in Little White Lies

I never said the fish was that big,
just long enough for your surprise.
Yes, the sky did fall down once -
though not in ways you've come upon.

The art of the little white lie
is a Trojan horse disguised
to catch your attention.
To trick you to pose or question
what you'd never otherwise ask.

The lie, error or mistake,
flips the mind

White lies

Telling a white lie
Sure is easy, am I right?
But dig further in your mind
Why must you lie?

Is the truth not good enough for you?
When you were a kid
Did you say you wore a tutu
When really, you still slept with your teddy named moo moo

It's alright if the truth isn't cool
But think about the lasting affect
Don't

Little White Lies

I'm sorry I lied

But if I told you the truth

Things could get ugly

White Lies

You say what they want you to say
and favours will always come your way.

White Lie Birds

Backhanded compliments are meant to disturb
Yet on surface pretend to be a polite white bird

Giving fake hazel humor or slighted cranberry concern
When the person pretending to teach needs to learn

Learn the lessons of southern hospitality amber and
If you’re guessing know you can catch these hands

White Lies

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Dawns a courtroom closing in on midday, and a cheery sun
uncovering its place being less demanding--a sage who
dons sufficiently in her vocation that imparts one who bears
a respectable position, and one of a high office--so without
delay, the judge withdraws to his chambers for consultations
with the defense attorney and prosecutor, et al., she then
advances towards the

White Lies

Today my girlfriend asked me,
How do I look in this dress?
Does it fit me like a glove?
I reluctantly said yes!

Does it make me look younger?
It's just perfect I replied.
So not to hurt her feelings,
I convincingly white lied.

White Lies For Anothers Sake

If you think that life 

Is supposedly supposed to be fair

I can only presume you may have

Taken a wrong turn and ended up
in fools heaven

As again just to me 

It sounds to me like

You or whomever told you

Or lead you into believing that

Has never really actually been

Anywhere near there

But yes for definitely

This I can most

Telling White Lies

Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral about stitching
together gainful employment)
to support his family two parents +

remainder offspring, he helped sire
lacked positive role models, none the
less gumption

Pink Moon, Black Cat, White Lies

My black cat accompanies me 
Home from the mailbox
As if to make sure that
The peach-colored pink moon
Won’t choose tonight
To take me

It peeks, head tilted
From behind the old church
Justly fearful of my familiar
Who sashays among the shadows

I want to say to him
You may be made of darkness,
My pet, but you do not belong
To the night, as

Little White Lies

Broken promise after broken promise 
Chance after chance 
Seems like we always do the same dance 
When you slammed the door 
My heart hit the floor 
I ran to your car
On my knees 
I begged you not to leave 
You made it clear I’ll never be who you need 
Backing out of the driveway 
I

White Lies

that smile hides a hundred truths inside
white lies lined up like tombstones
cleaned nightly, scrubbing away the
shame spoken and guilt grinded daily,
stained with coffee and wine swallowed
to swill down today’s fake smile, yesterday’s 
plastic smile, tomorrow’s practiced smile,
living as the smiling assassin to your own
sorrow when society’s smile frowns on 
anything upside down before you can

White Lies

The screen provides a safe space 
A fairytale story full of our little white lies
It's a place where we hide our fears and insecurities
By creating a strong image for others to spy
 
But slowly our reality becomes twisted
Our mind gets lost in this virtual maze
We’re confused 
We’ve lost our vision in the social haze
 
Over

Telling White Lies

Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire

lacked positive role models, none the
less gumption taught her to strive
at tender age

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