Long Truth Of Life Poems
#TruthOfLife
Long truth of life poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 5:53pm
8th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Not a rant, not sure really just things (not a poem)
Why do people believe in this world? Why is it not ok to question beliefs. Why is it ok that the things people believe can be broadcast all over everthing and left as little asides but I'm not allowed to question that? Why is it ok to say you're going to hell or I'll pray for your soul to an non believer but not be allowed to tell them why their god doesn't exist? I understand might see it as sn attack on them but ultimately the same person is still lying to themselves in both scenarios. Obviously you can see it from either or perspective and think that too. I might across like I am attacking...
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:29pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:29pm
A Life of Contradictions
Change is the constant; the rhythm of time never ceases its cycle.
Longing for peace, yet preparing for war in the shadows of fear.
Walls that we build to protect us will also confine us in silence.
Happiness drifts as we chase it, elusive and fading from view.
Richest in gold, yet the poorest in spirit, the heart remains hollow.
Independence demands that we lean on the strength of another.
Leaders are strong when their hearts lay exposed to the winds of destruction.
Trying to blend, we are lost in the masses; ourselves disappear.
Knowledge...
Longing for peace, yet preparing for war in the shadows of fear.
Walls that we build to protect us will also confine us in silence.
Happiness drifts as we chase it, elusive and fading from view.
Richest in gold, yet the poorest in spirit, the heart remains hollow.
Independence demands that we lean on the strength of another.
Leaders are strong when their hearts lay exposed to the winds of destruction.
Trying to blend, we are lost in the masses; ourselves disappear.
Knowledge...
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 2:07pm
1st Dec 2024 2:07pm
Things Beautiful...
Through our delicate sight, the world unveils its radiant art in colours,
A magnificent magical canvas of nature’s grand design.
Mountains boldly rise, statuesque and beautifully contoured,
Kissed by clouds, their resplendent mighty peaks shine,
Distant quiet Valleys cradle bending rivers, their cool flowing waters entrancing almost hypnotic,
Whispering tales of time to the fair earth below.
The ocean soothing waves, alluring and mesmerizing,
Holds mysteries in its secret shallows and radiant depths.
Each ripple and wave, a fetching embrace of the...
A magnificent magical canvas of nature’s grand design.
Mountains boldly rise, statuesque and beautifully contoured,
Kissed by clouds, their resplendent mighty peaks shine,
Distant quiet Valleys cradle bending rivers, their cool flowing waters entrancing almost hypnotic,
Whispering tales of time to the fair earth below.
The ocean soothing waves, alluring and mesmerizing,
Holds mysteries in its secret shallows and radiant depths.
Each ripple and wave, a fetching embrace of the...
#beauty
#nature
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
30th Nov 2024 1:59pm
The Book of Man
A story book their ingenious invention,
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
written with dishonest intention,
Penned by scribes with trembling quills,
To carve out myths and codify wills,
A patchwork text of borrowed, made up lore,
Bound to man an enthrall, to preach, implore.
Not a single voice divine, nor a holy pen,
But the schemes of greed, domination by power-hungry men.
Written by the minority they cleverly invent,
for the majority their ambitious intent,
Chosen by those who claim divine favor,
A gift to the few, the masses...
#Christian
#God
#honesty
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 9:03am
23rd Nov 2024 9:03am
Have You Seen My Wife ? - a true story
Have you seen my wife?
the creaking floors, the hollow walls,
the garden where he planted beer cans
that bloom without joy.
She was the spark in his life once,
or so he thought
a face a caramel tart,
a voice like honey,
a promise dressed in silk.
But promises break,
don’t they?
Their house became a carnival,
not of laughter but of strangers.
Friends from overseas filled the guest rooms,
toasting her beauty,
praising the home he built.
Their cheers drowned the whispers
he refused...
the creaking floors, the hollow walls,
the garden where he planted beer cans
that bloom without joy.
She was the spark in his life once,
or so he thought
a face a caramel tart,
a voice like honey,
a promise dressed in silk.
But promises break,
don’t they?
Their house became a carnival,
not of laughter but of strangers.
Friends from overseas filled the guest rooms,
toasting her beauty,
praising the home he built.
Their cheers drowned the whispers
he refused...
#betrayal
#death
#deception
#lies
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 11:06pm
19th Nov 2024 11:06pm
The Agnostic’s Paradox: A Dialogue with Socrates
In a garden shaded, wise and deep,
Where silent thoughts like shadows creep,
A question echoed through the air,
What is truth, and who will care?
A stranger came with searching eyes,
A soul unmoored, lost in disguise,
And saw, in Socrates, a guide,
A sage who asked, but never lied.
“Tell me, great sage, what can you know?
Is there a truth that we can show?”
Socrates smiled, his eyes aglow,
“A question asked, yet more to go,
For truth is like the wind you feel,
Invisible, but it’s so real.
It moves us...
Where silent thoughts like shadows creep,
A question echoed through the air,
What is truth, and who will care?
A stranger came with searching eyes,
A soul unmoored, lost in disguise,
And saw, in Socrates, a guide,
A sage who asked, but never lied.
“Tell me, great sage, what can you know?
Is there a truth that we can show?”
Socrates smiled, his eyes aglow,
“A question asked, yet more to go,
For truth is like the wind you feel,
Invisible, but it’s so real.
It moves us...
#mystery
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
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Trome
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 6:02am
19th Nov 2024 6:02am
FRIEND ZONE
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
151 reads
2 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:23pm
12th Nov 2024 8:23pm
0 - Unfinished poetry 47
Once upon a life
Once I was 7 years old,
I had a best friend
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.
Once I was 11 years old...
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.
A kid said “Insane in the...
Once I was 7 years old,
I had a best friend
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.
Once I was 11 years old...
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.
A kid said “Insane in the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
5th Nov 2024 2:20am
Letters To Heaven
I wrote you a letter, I'm wondering why,
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.
Did you plan this...
#atheism
#devil
#God
#religion
#TruthOfLife
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Alviola
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 8:19pm
31st Oct 2024 8:19pm
'Is he dead?'
I saw a semblance of my death,
I woke and watched it, from afar, divorced
from where it happened.
Because I was not awake, I missed
the slowing of time, the sprinkling of shards,
the crumpling of car against Canter.
I woke up confined, the roof of the car
flattened like a soda can, my car crestfallen,
humbled by the truck of the working man.
I woke from what was not a dream,
nudged awake, like the nudge that says,
“you might be late for work”.
To stay awake, I drove with windows down,
radio...
I woke and watched it, from afar, divorced
from where it happened.
Because I was not awake, I missed
the slowing of time, the sprinkling of shards,
the crumpling of car against Canter.
I woke up confined, the roof of the car
flattened like a soda can, my car crestfallen,
humbled by the truck of the working man.
I woke from what was not a dream,
nudged awake, like the nudge that says,
“you might be late for work”.
To stay awake, I drove with windows down,
radio...
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 1:17am
30th Oct 2024 1:17am
A Realm Beyond Vision
A Realm Beyond Vision
To glimpse the universe in passion or desire,
And find paradise in both sand and fire,
Where wildflower’s bloom in empty field,
in spring their beauty is revealed
We Cradle Infinity within our arms,
while we Capture Eternity within chaotic calms.
We see only what our sight can glean,
Bound by the confines of blind routine
At the entrance of wisdom,
where shadows play,
Lamentation echoes beneath caverns wide and gray.
The closest enlightenment we seek to find, ...
To glimpse the universe in passion or desire,
And find paradise in both sand and fire,
Where wildflower’s bloom in empty field,
in spring their beauty is revealed
We Cradle Infinity within our arms,
while we Capture Eternity within chaotic calms.
We see only what our sight can glean,
Bound by the confines of blind routine
At the entrance of wisdom,
where shadows play,
Lamentation echoes beneath caverns wide and gray.
The closest enlightenment we seek to find, ...
#fear
#love
#philosophical #TruthOfLife
#philosophical #TruthOfLife
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Trome
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 5:14am
25th Oct 2024 5:14am
SHOOT THE BREEZE
#honesty
#TruthOfLife
#women
195 reads
8 Comments
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