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?
LivDiane
Poem Published
Today 4:54am
Today 4:54am
the mesh
welcome to the mesh
the fabric throughout this space
where thoughts are collected
it covers every inch of this place
it spans out and flexes
like a blown up rubber balloon
but it contracts just the same
at least that’s what we assume
but also it’s bending or stretching
all the fine threads of our reality
pulling itself down like wool
creating some sense of duality
no matter how thinly veiled
we all must truly be
even if the fabric weren’t thin
we still would never see
...
the fabric throughout this space
where thoughts are collected
it covers every inch of this place
it spans out and flexes
like a blown up rubber balloon
but it contracts just the same
at least that’s what we assume
but also it’s bending or stretching
all the fine threads of our reality
pulling itself down like wool
creating some sense of duality
no matter how thinly veiled
we all must truly be
even if the fabric weren’t thin
we still would never see
...
#LifeStruggles
#universe
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
22 reads
7 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:16pm
Yesterday 10:16pm
Flaw
All your beautiful flaws.
I am left crawling at your feet, begging, let me be yours.
Cynicism and pessimism; I see a beautiful prism,
Floating inside your galaxy eyes.
Bitter words choke realism;
I guess the party has to die.
Left behind to tell only lies.
I love the way your truly despise.
You are so apathetic and that’s to your credit;
You have nothing to hide behind.
They say miserable; I see incredible.
So credible, you do not speak their dull,
Repetitive slogans, no catch phrase needed.
No...
I am left crawling at your feet, begging, let me be yours.
Cynicism and pessimism; I see a beautiful prism,
Floating inside your galaxy eyes.
Bitter words choke realism;
I guess the party has to die.
Left behind to tell only lies.
I love the way your truly despise.
You are so apathetic and that’s to your credit;
You have nothing to hide behind.
They say miserable; I see incredible.
So credible, you do not speak their dull,
Repetitive slogans, no catch phrase needed.
No...
#love
#lover
#TruthOfLife
#metaphor
#apathy
14 reads
0 Comments
Heezy_Voice
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:21am
Yesterday 7:21am
What Really matters ?
I ask you hypothetically, what matters?
Work equals pay
Which equals stuff
And more and better pay
Equals quality stuff
But all stuff nonsense
So, I ask you
Does anything you buy or aquire matter?
Material is bought
Burrowed
Then stolen
Now life is caged
And imaginary birds fly
So i ask you
Do they matter ?
Hearts are comforted
Loved
Then broken
So, i ask you
Does love matter?
Stars and the moon
Before sun rises in the morning
After ungrateful breaths are drawn
By those who...
Work equals pay
Which equals stuff
And more and better pay
Equals quality stuff
But all stuff nonsense
So, I ask you
Does anything you buy or aquire matter?
Material is bought
Burrowed
Then stolen
Now life is caged
And imaginary birds fly
So i ask you
Do they matter ?
Hearts are comforted
Loved
Then broken
So, i ask you
Does love matter?
Stars and the moon
Before sun rises in the morning
After ungrateful breaths are drawn
By those who...
#love
#TruthOfLife
14 reads
0 Comments
MagicVisionz
Magic101
Magic101
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:25am
Yesterday 5:25am
UnKnown Poet
The Poet appears no different from other mortal men,
Yet underneath the surface lies something deep within.
Who understands the Poet? The meaning of his verse?
Those words put down, his deepest thoughts, at times, may seem a curse.
~*~
What makes a poet different? Can anyone explain?
A loving heart, a quiet soul, his poor tormented brain?
Who looks in the heart of the Poet seeking the reason why.
He writes of love or sadness, a poem that makes you cry?
~*~
Who searches the soul of the Poet for the depth of his intent,
And...
Yet underneath the surface lies something deep within.
Who understands the Poet? The meaning of his verse?
Those words put down, his deepest thoughts, at times, may seem a curse.
~*~
What makes a poet different? Can anyone explain?
A loving heart, a quiet soul, his poor tormented brain?
Who looks in the heart of the Poet seeking the reason why.
He writes of love or sadness, a poem that makes you cry?
~*~
Who searches the soul of the Poet for the depth of his intent,
And...
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
26 reads
10 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:43am
Yesterday 4:43am
hypothetical grievances
what is love
what is adoration
what are all these things
in my transformation
will my eyes adjust
to the fabrication of reality
will my feet grow seasoned
to the sharp edges of humanity
will my arms still reach
for the comfort of your touch
will my eyes lose their shine
when the burden is too much
will my face grow weary
when the pain is too heavy
will the tears still form
to fall when I’m ready
what is grief
what is pain
is it simply not to love
or just to...
what is adoration
what are all these things
in my transformation
will my eyes adjust
to the fabrication of reality
will my feet grow seasoned
to the sharp edges of humanity
will my arms still reach
for the comfort of your touch
will my eyes lose their shine
when the burden is too much
will my face grow weary
when the pain is too heavy
will the tears still form
to fall when I’m ready
what is grief
what is pain
is it simply not to love
or just to...
#love
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
44 reads
28 Comments
drone
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 4:08pm
14th Jul 2019 4:08pm
Not Your's
It was you
that designed
and set free
your monsters
that obey
the fears
that you breed
that began
deep within
your shadows
as a whisper
from a bitter seed
that you watered
with strangled feelings
inlisting thoughts
Not of Your Name
that designed
and set free
your monsters
that obey
the fears
that you breed
that began
deep within
your shadows
as a whisper
from a bitter seed
that you watered
with strangled feelings
inlisting thoughts
Not of Your Name
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
8 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 1:37pm
14th Jul 2019 1:37pm
THIS NOW…{{I Bleed And Burn Alive In (y)our Love}}…COUNTS TO ETERNITY
I
don’t know what am I?
just let go- the eye of I
lids heave no more.
only light(ness)
Bleed
sandy. his street ID.
decade of a glossy fur turns d(r)eadlock
trend as baldy famine timeline. mere news.
red rust last footprints sink down.as seeds
And
a bird in time, alights
from the grainy buzzing skies
to an uncharted spot, rovers its tiny digits
stamps a deluge of hope over minefields
Burn...
don’t know what am I?
just let go- the eye of I
lids heave no more.
only light(ness)
Bleed
sandy. his street ID.
decade of a glossy fur turns d(r)eadlock
trend as baldy famine timeline. mere news.
red rust last footprints sink down.as seeds
And
a bird in time, alights
from the grainy buzzing skies
to an uncharted spot, rovers its tiny digits
stamps a deluge of hope over minefields
Burn...
#love
#politics
#birds
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
54 reads
4 Comments
The_Element
Exodus
Exodus
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 10:53am
14th Jul 2019 10:53am
Our Story
In the near future, me and others will reincarnate back through the eyes of another vessel
In this life we will initiate the change
During this man made time
Our story
We will ascend and look upon our children
Gazing upon our them ..the sons and daughters of the phoenix
The dimensions are intermingling
Walking in and out of vortexes and portals
Looking at our past and future lives in the present
I will seek myself out..walking in spirit..of an old soul
Having moments of unknown and mysterious nostalgia
I will seek my writings
The...
In this life we will initiate the change
During this man made time
Our story
We will ascend and look upon our children
Gazing upon our them ..the sons and daughters of the phoenix
The dimensions are intermingling
Walking in and out of vortexes and portals
Looking at our past and future lives in the present
I will seek myself out..walking in spirit..of an old soul
Having moments of unknown and mysterious nostalgia
I will seek my writings
The...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
17 reads
2 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 7:01am
14th Jul 2019 7:01am
ON A LIMB
ON A LIMB
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
#death
#silence
#TruthOfLife #sacrifice
#TruthOfLife #sacrifice
21 reads
3 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 5:51pm
13th Jul 2019 5:51pm
What is
What's a loser
What's a winner
What's a leader
What's a sinner..
No such thing,
terms for beginners
for the beings who wish to banish
the believers who belong outside the boundaries, it's quite confounding
the confusion which clouded the centuries, we never payed attention
to the silent symphonies meant to seduce us, to steer us away from
the self inflicted agony and the anger alienating everyone, no connection.
What's a purpose
What's perfection
What's poetry
What's peace
What's this piece even proposing..
What's a winner
What's a leader
What's a sinner..
No such thing,
terms for beginners
for the beings who wish to banish
the believers who belong outside the boundaries, it's quite confounding
the confusion which clouded the centuries, we never payed attention
to the silent symphonies meant to seduce us, to steer us away from
the self inflicted agony and the anger alienating everyone, no connection.
What's a purpose
What's perfection
What's poetry
What's peace
What's this piece even proposing..
#marijuana
#TruthOfLife
#humankind #SelfReflection
#humankind #SelfReflection
23 reads
2 Comments
Stephanos_PS_M
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 4:50pm
13th Jul 2019 4:50pm
BRUISED
Beaten and bruised
From the very start
In a world fallen
From its original glory
wounds printed
Like a brand upon my skin
Stained and burnt
Soon to Stop me from letting
people in.
But to give in
I point blankly refuse.
For the Scars are for
Learning
Not learning to hide.
My heart May move
From cold to fire,
Yet I will not retire.
Tears in the heart of the writer,
No tears in the eyes of reader,
not even a trace.
Forced to wear a smile on my face,
to...
From the very start
In a world fallen
From its original glory
wounds printed
Like a brand upon my skin
Stained and burnt
Soon to Stop me from letting
people in.
But to give in
I point blankly refuse.
For the Scars are for
Learning
Not learning to hide.
My heart May move
From cold to fire,
Yet I will not retire.
Tears in the heart of the writer,
No tears in the eyes of reader,
not even a trace.
Forced to wear a smile on my face,
to...
#silence
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
12 reads
0 Comments
SatansSperm
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 2:55pm
13th Jul 2019 2:55pm
W2/D5 [ Topic of Cancer ]
Some days are like
a sledgehammer
to an over-ripe
piece of fruit
...today was one such day
a sledgehammer
to an over-ripe
piece of fruit
...today was one such day
#TruthOfLife
#cancer
22 reads
1 Comment
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