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?
MrBuchanan
Poem Published
Today 5:27am
Today 5:27am
Entitled
It's cool that you've got money,
Stacking up in piles;
But man, I find it funny
That you can't ever smile.
You think you have the answers,
And you think this is a joke;
I may stretch my mind a lot,
But you're the one that's broke.
I know you got opinions;
And yelling is your habit,
But dammit, when I ask it,
have right at it, start your yappin'.
Til then I ask a favor,
It's really gotta happen,
Shut the fuck up, fix yourself,
In every form and fashion.
Before you point your fingers,
Remember where...
Stacking up in piles;
But man, I find it funny
That you can't ever smile.
You think you have the answers,
And you think this is a joke;
I may stretch my mind a lot,
But you're the one that's broke.
I know you got opinions;
And yelling is your habit,
But dammit, when I ask it,
have right at it, start your yappin'.
Til then I ask a favor,
It's really gotta happen,
Shut the fuck up, fix yourself,
In every form and fashion.
Before you point your fingers,
Remember where...
#anger
#corruption
#TruthOfLife
#frustration
#vanity
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Takue
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:00pm
Yesterday 9:00pm
The Burning Question : Part 1
The Burning question: part 1
The sun was severely bleeding its scorching rays on the face of the earth
After a days work
We sought refuge under a nearby umbrella tree
Under its shadow it felt as though we had telepathed to another realm
we were overwhelmed
The breeze was whispering a sweet sound of the blues
We became "chilled out goons"
The brain seemed to agree to this subliminally
Like a wild horse
Thoughts started galloping freely in our brains without remorse
Stampeding on every thought we had before
...
The sun was severely bleeding its scorching rays on the face of the earth
After a days work
We sought refuge under a nearby umbrella tree
Under its shadow it felt as though we had telepathed to another realm
we were overwhelmed
The breeze was whispering a sweet sound of the blues
We became "chilled out goons"
The brain seemed to agree to this subliminally
Like a wild horse
Thoughts started galloping freely in our brains without remorse
Stampeding on every thought we had before
...
#religion
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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poetOftragedy
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:34pm
Yesterday 8:34pm
The forsaken
There he is, in the sky
So distant and yet he holds the key of life
There he is, in his thrown so up high
When will he come down and draw the line
All in his name
I surrendered my spirit
All in his name
I surrendered my sin
All for the glory of his place
I gave up upon my desires
I'm here before his face
He seem to have forsaken me
I'm here in his Paradise
And he seem to have forgotten his promise
A promise that one day he'll deliver me
Why is it your glory I cannot find?
Why is it your heaven is...
So distant and yet he holds the key of life
There he is, in his thrown so up high
When will he come down and draw the line
All in his name
I surrendered my spirit
All in his name
I surrendered my sin
All for the glory of his place
I gave up upon my desires
I'm here before his face
He seem to have forsaken me
I'm here in his Paradise
And he seem to have forgotten his promise
A promise that one day he'll deliver me
Why is it your glory I cannot find?
Why is it your heaven is...
#faith
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #redemption
#TruthOfLife #redemption
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Transending_soul78
Donovan J.
Donovan J.
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:33pm
Yesterday 6:33pm
The Real Monster
These children don’t fear
The creature under the bed
They’re not worried about
A night of the living dead
These children aren’t scared
Of Freddy invading their dreams
It’s not the Crystal Lake killer
That’s prompting their screams
It’s not little green monsters
That emerge after midnight
These aren’t even close
To the source of their fright
They don’t fear the Candyman
They don’t fear Leatherface
Who they fear is pure evil
A human disgrace
None of these are the terror
That each child...
The creature under the bed
They’re not worried about
A night of the living dead
These children aren’t scared
Of Freddy invading their dreams
It’s not the Crystal Lake killer
That’s prompting their screams
It’s not little green monsters
That emerge after midnight
These aren’t even close
To the source of their fright
They don’t fear the Candyman
They don’t fear Leatherface
Who they fear is pure evil
A human disgrace
None of these are the terror
That each child...
#TruthOfLife
#tragedy
#suffering
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coolkid
Kwamefeni
Kwamefeni
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 2:46pm
19th Jun 2018 2:46pm
Unshaken
That which is created and known
That which is unknown but created
The word created through Him
all that is ephemeral.
Our hearts and mind appreciate
that which our eyes behold.
The lost longs for the hidden but revealed.
The word created without Him all that is everlasting.
Visible through faith
that which is known before all but unknown after all.
Key to knowledge that surpasses is foolish to the wise
but
truth to the unshaken well within.
That which is unknown but created
The word created through Him
all that is ephemeral.
Our hearts and mind appreciate
that which our eyes behold.
The lost longs for the hidden but revealed.
The word created without Him all that is everlasting.
Visible through faith
that which is known before all but unknown after all.
Key to knowledge that surpasses is foolish to the wise
but
truth to the unshaken well within.
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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drone
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 1:11pm
19th Jun 2018 1:11pm
No Right
They have the right
to deny
commonsense
logical reasoning
they have the right
to hide in plain sight
within the ones
who think
but they have
no right
to try to change
the thoughts
of a child
who has just begun
the walk of life
to deny
commonsense
logical reasoning
they have the right
to hide in plain sight
within the ones
who think
but they have
no right
to try to change
the thoughts
of a child
who has just begun
the walk of life
#TruthOfLife
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SatansSperm
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 00:04am
19th Jun 2018 00:04am
Dirt nap tired
....sometimes when I am really very much quite tired
my mind gets all sticky and sweet....
so I remove it like a brain shaped lollipop...and take a lick
....I see my wall of consciousness so I lean up against it
and have a smoke
I hallucinate I am headbanging like a zombie
to the tunes in my head but that doesn't keep me
from jumping in the pit.....sometimes it makes me feel
like a god that no one follows..I keep their promises
in a colander knowing they won't last through
this journey they call life... I make a hallelujah sauce ...
my mind gets all sticky and sweet....
so I remove it like a brain shaped lollipop...and take a lick
....I see my wall of consciousness so I lean up against it
and have a smoke
I hallucinate I am headbanging like a zombie
to the tunes in my head but that doesn't keep me
from jumping in the pit.....sometimes it makes me feel
like a god that no one follows..I keep their promises
in a colander knowing they won't last through
this journey they call life... I make a hallelujah sauce ...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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1 Comment
Madbuttonhatter
Poem Published
18th Jun 2018 7:54pm
18th Jun 2018 7:54pm
I think, therefore I am
I think, therefore I am
Or does reality truly exist?
encompassing far more than the mushy pink organ in our skulls?
Patterns shapes and numerical values,
Each orchestrated in flawless equilibrium
The handiwork of the unseen?
Or the fortuitous aftermath of a leaking paint bucket?
Perhaps the amorphous visage of Christ on a piece of Toast?
A reality constructed from objective data
Or an omnipotent hairy man who lazes about on a cloudy throne
A computer simulation?
Or do we live in nothingness.
Raw, unblinking,...
Or does reality truly exist?
encompassing far more than the mushy pink organ in our skulls?
Patterns shapes and numerical values,
Each orchestrated in flawless equilibrium
The handiwork of the unseen?
Or the fortuitous aftermath of a leaking paint bucket?
Perhaps the amorphous visage of Christ on a piece of Toast?
A reality constructed from objective data
Or an omnipotent hairy man who lazes about on a cloudy throne
A computer simulation?
Or do we live in nothingness.
Raw, unblinking,...
#faith
#prose
#TruthOfLife
#emptiness
#philosophical
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2 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
18th Jun 2018 12:23pm
18th Jun 2018 12:23pm
puff of dust
as the foot lands
skids
and grazes
it is not the smoke
but the puff
of dust
of the scroched red
earth
showering the landing foot
with affection
though Newton
and his laws
may beg
to differ
the puff of dust
the affectionate reaction
to another
now in clay form
though dead
the dust can still fly
so
watchout
for your eye
puff of dust
is
you
is
i
and everything
that is in
your eye
.
skids
and grazes
it is not the smoke
but the puff
of dust
of the scroched red
earth
showering the landing foot
with affection
though Newton
and his laws
may beg
to differ
the puff of dust
the affectionate reaction
to another
now in clay form
though dead
the dust can still fly
so
watchout
for your eye
puff of dust
is
you
is
i
and everything
that is in
your eye
.
#TruthOfLife
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10 Comments
drone
Poem Published
18th Jun 2018 12:20pm
18th Jun 2018 12:20pm
Effect
Bitter words
should only effect
those
who speak them
should only effect
those
who speak them
#TruthOfLife
13 reads
4 Comments
Utmakalitho
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 00:39am
17th Jun 2018 00:39am
Spoken Like A Chimney
It's like a whole damn future's been torn right out from in front of me
Someone please call the police
I can't breathe
Too many lights have been lost
Vigils grow larger and last longer
"Operator, I'd like to report
A series of unfortunate catastrophes"
There's no going back
To the way things were
There's no way on Earth
Not a searchlight to find the right path
It's been many a moon now
Looks like ancients are talking and walking about
Let me get this straight
We're not watching a mass sacrifice in the nations?
...
Someone please call the police
I can't breathe
Too many lights have been lost
Vigils grow larger and last longer
"Operator, I'd like to report
A series of unfortunate catastrophes"
There's no going back
To the way things were
There's no way on Earth
Not a searchlight to find the right path
It's been many a moon now
Looks like ancients are talking and walking about
Let me get this straight
We're not watching a mass sacrifice in the nations?
...
#dark
#death
#music
#lyrics
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
cold_fusion
Poem Published
16th Jun 2018 4:24pm
16th Jun 2018 4:24pm
the dead and the dying
to whom are we lying
we're either dead
or the dying
in between
there is none
save for the ones
who do poetry
for it gives them the illusion
they're flying
though they'd only be seen
as they flew
after they progress
to the dead
from the dying
we're either dead
or the dying
in between
there is none
save for the ones
who do poetry
for it gives them the illusion
they're flying
though they'd only be seen
as they flew
after they progress
to the dead
from the dying
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#art
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