Least Read Truth Of Life Poems
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Least read truth of life poems. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 4:33pm
4th Feb 2025 4:33pm
Troth!
"I promise to tell the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So help me god!"
So how does this work?
If you don't have any god
Does that therefore
Leave the assumption
That you may not be telling the truth?
So if i tell the truth
Without the validation
Of having a god behind it
Am i therefore likely to be lying?
We encourage our children
To always speak the truth
And to be honest
"MUM! why's that man only got one leg!!!!2
So now, you have to teach your child
Diplomacy, and tact ...
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So help me god!"
So how does this work?
If you don't have any god
Does that therefore
Leave the assumption
That you may not be telling the truth?
So if i tell the truth
Without the validation
Of having a god behind it
Am i therefore likely to be lying?
We encourage our children
To always speak the truth
And to be honest
"MUM! why's that man only got one leg!!!!2
So now, you have to teach your child
Diplomacy, and tact ...
#funny
#honesty
#philosophical
#satirical
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:23pm
5th Feb 2025 7:23pm
The Last (Or Less)
If you knew the hourglass had cracked,
and every grain was sliding fast,
would you sit and watch it empty,
or flip it over, make time last?
Would you call the ones who left you,
just to mend what once was torn?
Or leave the past like shattered mirrors,
reflecting ghosts that feel unborn?
Would you chase the distant skyline,
feet on fire, lungs alive?
Or breathe in slow, just hold the moment,
watch the sun dissolve and thrive?
Would you stand upon a mountain,
feel the earth beneath your weight?
Or walk the...
and every grain was sliding fast,
would you sit and watch it empty,
or flip it over, make time last?
Would you call the ones who left you,
just to mend what once was torn?
Or leave the past like shattered mirrors,
reflecting ghosts that feel unborn?
Would you chase the distant skyline,
feet on fire, lungs alive?
Or breathe in slow, just hold the moment,
watch the sun dissolve and thrive?
Would you stand upon a mountain,
feel the earth beneath your weight?
Or walk the...
#TruthOfLife
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drone
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 10:10am
23rd Jan 2025 10:10am
Scab Lands
Are We not
NO more Superior
Arrogant
Then Those of Old
Relaying
On Their Own
Technology
Their Superiority
Most arrogant
In the extreme
Only weathering
The waves and the heat
Of greed and decit
While their people
Feld
To High Ground Back to the Caves
To Start
All Over Again
Hundreds of Years
Of Pain
For Many
For They Psychologicaly Believed
What they were Told
Are WE
Not the Same
Different Variations
But the Same...
NO more Superior
Arrogant
Then Those of Old
Relaying
On Their Own
Technology
Their Superiority
Most arrogant
In the extreme
Only weathering
The waves and the heat
Of greed and decit
While their people
Feld
To High Ground Back to the Caves
To Start
All Over Again
Hundreds of Years
Of Pain
For Many
For They Psychologicaly Believed
What they were Told
Are WE
Not the Same
Different Variations
But the Same...
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
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Mercurial
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:02pm
22nd Jan 2025 1:02pm
Lamentations
It was morning when I fell upon a rock,
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
#freedom
#identity
#morality #TruthOfLife
#morality #TruthOfLife
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drone
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 8:32am
2nd Feb 2025 8:32am
Kirlian
It's a funny old world
Where there are people
Who Don't want to Know
The patterning
In the frequencies
In which
We Live Our life's
Or kirlian photography
That shows
In colour
Their Field
Their
True Colours
Where there are people
Who Don't want to Know
The patterning
In the frequencies
In which
We Live Our life's
Or kirlian photography
That shows
In colour
Their Field
Their
True Colours
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
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BaldyBrown
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 4:38am
6th Jan 2025 4:38am
Aioue - A Minimalist's Mainframe
Aioue (pronounced A-wah, with no emphasis on either syllable) is a way of seeing and living in the reality of the Source of all things. The word comes from the notion that it is made up entirely of vowels, which create the least amount of conscious intervention in the breath. Breath is a variation on a theme. For anything that grows it is the very definition of consciousness on any level. It is the eternal and the temporal residing in a one syllable word. Breath = Aioua
Life is re-animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing...
Life is re-animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing...
#God
#mythology
#TruthOfLife #universe
#TruthOfLife #universe
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drone
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 10:30am
25th Nov 2024 10:30am
Neurons
As a man once said
One Neuron
Your Alive
Two Neurons
Your moving
Then
Interesting things
Begin to happen
That Determines
As of Now
With all your Learnings
Your Beliefs
Your
Self generated perceptions
What You Be
One Neuron
Your Alive
Two Neurons
Your moving
Then
Interesting things
Begin to happen
That Determines
As of Now
With all your Learnings
Your Beliefs
Your
Self generated perceptions
What You Be
#honesty
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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Glaxian
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 00:07am
3rd Feb 2025 00:07am
Existential View
Largely the troubles of this life
Burning fires of struggle and strife
In this life, there seems to be time
Between the start and finish line
Delusion feeding illusion
Everyone always dies alone
Is it music or just a tone
Dancing to the rhythm of life
Celebration of no real strife
Forever living in this time
One moment it's all on the line
Jubilation of exaltation
Realizing you're never alone
Legacy built on a milestone
Everybody is the same
But from various viewpoints
Burning fires of struggle and strife
In this life, there seems to be time
Between the start and finish line
Delusion feeding illusion
Everyone always dies alone
Is it music or just a tone
Dancing to the rhythm of life
Celebration of no real strife
Forever living in this time
One moment it's all on the line
Jubilation of exaltation
Realizing you're never alone
Legacy built on a milestone
Everybody is the same
But from various viewpoints
#dance
#mirror
#philosophical
#shadows
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:18pm
25th Jan 2025 11:18pm
Finding Truth
Change strolls in like an uninvited guest,
rearranging dreams without a care,
while happiness hums from deep inside.
Time, that thief, won’t grant you rest,
slipping through fingers, light as air,
while struggles lurk, so deftly denied.
We chase control, a phantom jest,
but life just shrugs—it's never fair,
and in the end, we’re all just tired.
Pretending not to be expired.
Failure grins like an old cliché,
promising growth but bringing pain,
as patience waits in endless lines.
Control’s a myth we chase away,
a...
rearranging dreams without a care,
while happiness hums from deep inside.
Time, that thief, won’t grant you rest,
slipping through fingers, light as air,
while struggles lurk, so deftly denied.
We chase control, a phantom jest,
but life just shrugs—it's never fair,
and in the end, we’re all just tired.
Pretending not to be expired.
Failure grins like an old cliché,
promising growth but bringing pain,
as patience waits in endless lines.
Control’s a myth we chase away,
a...
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:25am
1st Feb 2025 4:25am
The Hollow Chalice
The Hollow Chalice echoes roam
The river flows, but I am bone,
A vessel cracked, alone, alone.
I search the skies, but find no dome
The stars are ash, and ash is home.
The sickle swings but strikes no fruit,
The root is dust, the seed is mute.
You walk the earth with silver boot,
Yet tread on thorns, yet taste the soot.
To love and die, to die and love,
Is it not the same, to writhe and shove?
In death’s embrace, we mourn the dove
A coldness hums, the song above.
The mirror cracks, the face is gone,
The...
The river flows, but I am bone,
A vessel cracked, alone, alone.
I search the skies, but find no dome
The stars are ash, and ash is home.
The sickle swings but strikes no fruit,
The root is dust, the seed is mute.
You walk the earth with silver boot,
Yet tread on thorns, yet taste the soot.
To love and die, to die and love,
Is it not the same, to writhe and shove?
In death’s embrace, we mourn the dove
A coldness hums, the song above.
The mirror cracks, the face is gone,
The...
#hypocrisy
#TruthOfLife
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Kendall_Cliche4
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:13pm
26th Nov 2024 5:13pm
I
Why I,
Shy I,
Try I,
High I,
Die.
Shy I,
Try I,
High I,
Die.
#death
#depression
#sadness #TruthOfLife
#sadness #TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 7:06pm
3rd Dec 2024 7:06pm
Our Simple Gratification...
Our Simple Gratification...
We crave the quick...
a spark,
a fragment,
a line.
Depth feels distant,
too heavy to hold.
Poetry shrinks
to fit the scroll.
A whisper of meaning,
half-formed,
assumed profound.
The page waits,
but we turn to screens.
Books linger unread,
their weight
a burden we refuse.
Why read
when the world sings
in flashes and noise?
Why think
when quick answers
quell the ache?
Effort feels cruel—
to linger, ...
We crave the quick...
a spark,
a fragment,
a line.
Depth feels distant,
too heavy to hold.
Poetry shrinks
to fit the scroll.
A whisper of meaning,
half-formed,
assumed profound.
The page waits,
but we turn to screens.
Books linger unread,
their weight
a burden we refuse.
Why read
when the world sings
in flashes and noise?
Why think
when quick answers
quell the ache?
Effort feels cruel—
to linger, ...
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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