Truth of Life Poems
#TruthOfLife
Meaningful poetry exploring perceptions of truth about life, society and the world. Truth of life poems about how society works, and what the purpose of life is. What is the real truth about life?
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FELLATIO FROM KRISTINA X

#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
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Thank You DUP
I never saw myself as a poet
More of a narrative writer
Rhyme ain't my dime
Yet there was a calling
Instead of running from it
I ran towards it
There are too many of you to thank personally
The end is going to be devastating on May 13th
One day past the passing of our phenomenal DUP
I will miss all of you
I did my best as your Cowboy and your Sheriff
Kept you on your toes didn't I ??
Onward we must go
I thank you Webmistress for your dedication
To my loyal readers of which there are many
Thank you...
More of a narrative writer
Rhyme ain't my dime
Yet there was a calling
Instead of running from it
I ran towards it
There are too many of you to thank personally
The end is going to be devastating on May 13th
One day past the passing of our phenomenal DUP
I will miss all of you
I did my best as your Cowboy and your Sheriff
Kept you on your toes didn't I ??
Onward we must go
I thank you Webmistress for your dedication
To my loyal readers of which there are many
Thank you...
#gratitude
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
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Nothing Two Loo's!
It's humiliating
Having to ask
Everywhere i go
For a 'neutral' loo
Basically
One loo, or three
Will do
But number two's
If only two loo's
Nothing, two loo's!
by Jemia
Having to ask
Everywhere i go
For a 'neutral' loo
Basically
One loo, or three
Will do
But number two's
If only two loo's
Nothing, two loo's!
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#transgender
#TruthOfLife
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~':: nowness. newness. nothingness... '
https://youtu.be/LoPf32nKYb8?feature=shared
let you take me in in inner
in your whirlpooling pull
a cataclysmic kissing eating spree
in a deluge of your love my soul
يا روحي,~ ya roohi
digest destroy deconstruct me
in this your calling cosmic kill
a profound grinding in
dissolution I give in
wholly… in this ...
let you take me in in inner
in your whirlpooling pull
a cataclysmic kissing eating spree
in a deluge of your love my soul
يا روحي,~ ya roohi
digest destroy deconstruct me
in this your calling cosmic kill
a profound grinding in
dissolution I give in
wholly… in this ...
#apocalypse
#love
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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~of the origin-less eye of this (mael)storm
that
centered over these flaring up
eyes… these eyes, frisked off
its scorching memories
its staring wide identities
made to shed away
the living daylights…
its unblinking long glares
& the deafening blares
unto
undulating empty blebs
of burst & burnt out
blinding blights
sucking wholly off its
deserted deathly life
all in a split-second
of a transcendence
a...
centered over these flaring up
eyes… these eyes, frisked off
its scorching memories
its staring wide identities
made to shed away
the living daylights…
its unblinking long glares
& the deafening blares
unto
undulating empty blebs
of burst & burnt out
blinding blights
sucking wholly off its
deserted deathly life
all in a split-second
of a transcendence
a...
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness #TruthOfLife
#StreamOfConsciousness #TruthOfLife
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Borrowed Energy
To think is to cry
Like touching water for the last time
Realizing is sorrow
Only here for awhile
Only time to borrow
Consciousness is pain
Realizing the beauty of life
Each a final a breath
Thoughts of thoughts
Like touching water for the last time
Realizing is sorrow
Only here for awhile
Only time to borrow
Consciousness is pain
Realizing the beauty of life
Each a final a breath
Thoughts of thoughts
#TruthOfLife
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Underworlds Aloft
Beware the winner and his boast
since loss is into winning baked
and either one might just be faked
into the flames of hell to roast
where profit, loss, and victory
are all reduced to elements
which the chaos further dements
back into the inventory
of subatomic mass and flux
where a future reality
swims like a fish within the sea
of random unenlightened fucks
that mold below, and up above,
chosen ingots of hate...or love.
since loss is into winning baked
and either one might just be faked
into the flames of hell to roast
where profit, loss, and victory
are all reduced to elements
which the chaos further dements
back into the inventory
of subatomic mass and flux
where a future reality
swims like a fish within the sea
of random unenlightened fucks
that mold below, and up above,
chosen ingots of hate...or love.
#TruthOfLife
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~the second homecoming (#2)(collab with Uma)
that…
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts away to tears
of...
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts away to tears
of...
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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~the second homecoming (#2) (collab with Keith, Vision_of_insanity)
that…
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts...
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts...
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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Dai
I’m not asking you to read every word I’ve ever written.
I’m not asking you to carry the weight of everything I am.
I just want you to know
When I say I love you,
it’s not just something sweet I learned to say.
It’s decades of fights with myself.
It’s every mistake I made when I thought surviving was enough.
It’s every sunrise I cursed because I was still here.
It’s every poem I carved out of the dark, hoping there might be something worth finding.
You don't have to love me back.
You don't have to promise anything.
You don't even have to...
I’m not asking you to carry the weight of everything I am.
I just want you to know
When I say I love you,
it’s not just something sweet I learned to say.
It’s decades of fights with myself.
It’s every mistake I made when I thought surviving was enough.
It’s every sunrise I cursed because I was still here.
It’s every poem I carved out of the dark, hoping there might be something worth finding.
You don't have to love me back.
You don't have to promise anything.
You don't even have to...
#freedom
#love
#TruthOfLife
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Here there's beauty
Here there's beauty amongst the clouds drifting, by as puffs of cotton moving slowly, within the silent whispers of the invisible winds, with the light of the full moon, shining and peeking through the clouds. But yet here I sit high upon the peaceful mountain top. That a moment ago I climbed the stairway of stone, to touch the deepness of the clouds as though I could, reach out my waiting hands to feel the wet mist, that once was held back the rain drops of silent tears, from falling gracefully to the ground below. 👇 YET it is in the here and now I am at peace, but I am not here...
#faith
#rebirth
#redemption
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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