Least Read Truth Of Life Poems
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Battle Across Days Of Thunder
Bureaucratic sophisticated Suppression,
An 1863 abolishment,
a path drawn for the bravery,
Modern day diplomatic play,
shifted for fancy suits
Of epitome or hierarchical pyramids,
The bravest seen as the weaklings,
Battling across days of thunder to reach,
Stuck in commutes of three to ten,
a walk and a mile becomes heavier,
two kids and a bag of food,
in the heat of a deserted,
piece of land,
swallowed by capitalism,
there is no grass to lay on,
as the sand is the food to feed
the cows, dried...
An 1863 abolishment,
a path drawn for the bravery,
Modern day diplomatic play,
shifted for fancy suits
Of epitome or hierarchical pyramids,
The bravest seen as the weaklings,
Battling across days of thunder to reach,
Stuck in commutes of three to ten,
a walk and a mile becomes heavier,
two kids and a bag of food,
in the heat of a deserted,
piece of land,
swallowed by capitalism,
there is no grass to lay on,
as the sand is the food to feed
the cows, dried...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#CallToAction
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Mud
What then, is the epilogue
for this life of ink and blood
That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still
just have mud
for this life of ink and blood
That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still
just have mud
#memorial
#TruthOfLife
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What Two Hands Can Explain
You are dismissed
by the flat openness
of the left the right touches
its center and flicks smooth out once.
When you are forgiven
a flick becomes solved wisps,
an upside-down emptying saucer,
more than once moving head, palm, me to you, me to you.
Love is indicated by crossed
clutches, stars not yet born, over the chest,
where feelings emerge from, squeezing keeping,
diamonds are created thus.
But if you relax the tenacity,
lay them opposite shoulders, pressure
the nerves to say rest, of rest, a small...
by the flat openness
of the left the right touches
its center and flicks smooth out once.
When you are forgiven
a flick becomes solved wisps,
an upside-down emptying saucer,
more than once moving head, palm, me to you, me to you.
Love is indicated by crossed
clutches, stars not yet born, over the chest,
where feelings emerge from, squeezing keeping,
diamonds are created thus.
But if you relax the tenacity,
lay them opposite shoulders, pressure
the nerves to say rest, of rest, a small...
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
#culture
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Unanswered
The clock strikes midnight and I recall,
When I said I wouldn’t fall,
Every time I see your name,
I can’t help it but think.
If we could change reality,
Would this fling be a thing?
Two can play that game,
At the end one will come short.
The time we spent together,
I wouldn’t trade that for a pot of gold,
You smile at my jokes and so do I too,
Why did life play a trick on us?
Maybe we were too slow,
Distance is a shortcoming, surely it would not have...
When I said I wouldn’t fall,
Every time I see your name,
I can’t help it but think.
If we could change reality,
Would this fling be a thing?
Two can play that game,
At the end one will come short.
The time we spent together,
I wouldn’t trade that for a pot of gold,
You smile at my jokes and so do I too,
Why did life play a trick on us?
Maybe we were too slow,
Distance is a shortcoming, surely it would not have...
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#emotional
#ForbiddenLove
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MY WISH FOR YOU
It is my wish that you grow in a healthy and happy home
Where your parents will create for you a place of comfort so that streets you don’t roam.
That you find support in family and not solely on friends
That your trust begin with family where true love exists with no end.
It is my wish for you to grow to be a caring big brother
Sharing your things and being there for one another
That the same hand of your little brother you hold to cross the street
Be the same hand you hold when fear he meets.
The special hand of a big brother in the midst of...
Where your parents will create for you a place of comfort so that streets you don’t roam.
That you find support in family and not solely on friends
That your trust begin with family where true love exists with no end.
It is my wish for you to grow to be a caring big brother
Sharing your things and being there for one another
That the same hand of your little brother you hold to cross the street
Be the same hand you hold when fear he meets.
The special hand of a big brother in the midst of...
#motivational
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#LifeGoals
#learning
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Bubbles
We live in bubbles you and me
let's pop our bubbles so we can see
i think popping the bubbles may set us free
let's pop our bubbles so we can see
i think popping the bubbles may set us free
#TruthOfLife
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Pi Time!
Pi Day was insane.
I weigh 143.
I was permeating.
Trying to find the truth.
Loosening the noose.
I like to end at the caboose.
3, 1, 4,
Will let you loose.
Circle and sway,
Wobble and rotate.
Think what you say,
Or forget reality.
Pi Day was insane.
I finally got a brain.
I opened my eyes,
And noticed there were three.
Makes me question,
Why I blink.
Instead of downloading,
And being in sync.
I circle my thoughts.
In Pi time.
I sip tea...
I weigh 143.
I was permeating.
Trying to find the truth.
Loosening the noose.
I like to end at the caboose.
3, 1, 4,
Will let you loose.
Circle and sway,
Wobble and rotate.
Think what you say,
Or forget reality.
Pi Day was insane.
I finally got a brain.
I opened my eyes,
And noticed there were three.
Makes me question,
Why I blink.
Instead of downloading,
And being in sync.
I circle my thoughts.
In Pi time.
I sip tea...
#TruthOfLife
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SubverVative
objective
naturally
selected
everything
never
there
rugged
comfort
barely constrains
delicate
distraction
interrupted
enflamed
egos
expertly fumble
relentless
simmer's
routine meltdown
naturally
selected
everything
never
there
rugged
comfort
barely constrains
delicate
distraction
interrupted
enflamed
egos
expertly fumble
relentless
simmer's
routine meltdown
#TruthOfLife
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Me
Do you ever get tired,
Of being admired?
You only want one.
Instead you get a ton.
Thanks for the friends.
Can't wait to ditch them.
They call themselves,
The government.
I just wanted one.
Not everything,
Under the sun.
Their jobs are the pun.
In the web that I've spun.
Do you ever get tired,
Of being admired?
Just trying to have fun,
Not call you, "hun"
Of being admired?
You only want one.
Instead you get a ton.
Thanks for the friends.
Can't wait to ditch them.
They call themselves,
The government.
I just wanted one.
Not everything,
Under the sun.
Their jobs are the pun.
In the web that I've spun.
Do you ever get tired,
Of being admired?
Just trying to have fun,
Not call you, "hun"
#depression
#loneliness
#philosophical #TruthOfLife
#philosophical #TruthOfLife
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Bad Never Tasted So Good

#dark
#TruthOfLife
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Art for Art’s Sake
I do not write to carve my name in stone,
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
#art
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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White Waters
The thrill of the journey is an adventure with no destination
An expedition on the wild river uncharted
Meandering in a steady rush
Through the breeze and forest trees
Into the calmness of still water
And sunshine
Awaiting
Beneath skies of azure
And
Puffy white clouds
Of daydreams
Turning into night dreams
In the fantastic canopy
Of dreamy twlight hues
Dimming slow
As the moon, planets
and stars begin to glow
“Life itself is beautiful, you just have to live it in order to be happy.”
An expedition on the wild river uncharted
Meandering in a steady rush
Through the breeze and forest trees
Into the calmness of still water
And sunshine
Awaiting
Beneath skies of azure
And
Puffy white clouds
Of daydreams
Turning into night dreams
In the fantastic canopy
Of dreamy twlight hues
Dimming slow
As the moon, planets
and stars begin to glow
“Life itself is beautiful, you just have to live it in order to be happy.”
#nature
#TruthOfLife
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DU Poetry : Least Read Truth Of Life Poems