Poems about Honesty and Trust
#honesty
Poetry about what it means to be honest, with yourself and others. Here you'll find poems about honesty, trust and integrity.
smackdownraven
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:50pm
Yesterday 6:50pm
Raven
I'm not narcissistic but my alter ego is
Raven is a bitch
I come to her when I don't want to give a fuck
my heart aches but not hers
I put her on like old leathers
she fits just right where it hurts
she gives me a thicker skin
so when I bite tarmac I get up and keep walking
I tell you she's bad ass
she finger fucks societal niceties
she's cunt first in this institution
after all us bitches got to stick together
she knows the source of my pain
but she ain't telling...she's no fucking snitch
she'll...
Raven is a bitch
I come to her when I don't want to give a fuck
my heart aches but not hers
I put her on like old leathers
she fits just right where it hurts
she gives me a thicker skin
so when I bite tarmac I get up and keep walking
I tell you she's bad ass
she finger fucks societal niceties
she's cunt first in this institution
after all us bitches got to stick together
she knows the source of my pain
but she ain't telling...she's no fucking snitch
she'll...
#dark
#identity
#honesty
47 reads
9 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:11pm
Yesterday 3:11pm
sin
the day was a cruel Master
it tortured me in my want
I languish alone with my thoughts
there would be no peace
my sin played out in my mind's theater
relentlessly hunted by demons
with no sanctuary to be found
my inner halls covered in graffiti
said addiction was here in neon
the writing was on the walls
I was in trouble
chained to my needs
I would not break free
no, not today
an endless cycle plays out
one of pain and desire
I desire freedom
I can't bear the...
it tortured me in my want
I languish alone with my thoughts
there would be no peace
my sin played out in my mind's theater
relentlessly hunted by demons
with no sanctuary to be found
my inner halls covered in graffiti
said addiction was here in neon
the writing was on the walls
I was in trouble
chained to my needs
I would not break free
no, not today
an endless cycle plays out
one of pain and desire
I desire freedom
I can't bear the...
#TruthOfLife
#addiction
#honesty
59 reads
12 Comments
eleven_mashariki
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 5:54am
23rd May 2019 5:54am
MAN IS STILL MAN
A man is still a man whether him wear jacket and tie, or walk barefoot.
The only difference is whether him good or evil.
A man is still a man whether him rich or poor black or white for sure.
The only difference is whether him good or evil.
Listen Friends. Lots of different people on the streets wiping car glass windows.
This is what they do day to day just to get a little food to eat.
Then you have others wearing suit and tie, work a good nine to five.
And they take it for granted that they're living a better life.
I say the color of our...
The only difference is whether him good or evil.
A man is still a man whether him rich or poor black or white for sure.
The only difference is whether him good or evil.
Listen Friends. Lots of different people on the streets wiping car glass windows.
This is what they do day to day just to get a little food to eat.
Then you have others wearing suit and tie, work a good nine to five.
And they take it for granted that they're living a better life.
I say the color of our...
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#honesty
#wisdom
16 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st May 2019 11:08am
21st May 2019 11:08am
Blessed Be Unto The Wind
Blessed be unto the wind
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in God’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses, frankincense, myrrh and sweet-smelling Jasmine
Goddesses bowing unto their God’s Psalms, the spillage of blood as history begins ...
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in God’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses, frankincense, myrrh and sweet-smelling Jasmine
Goddesses bowing unto their God’s Psalms, the spillage of blood as history begins ...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
50 reads
6 Comments
drone
Poem Published
21st May 2019 9:26am
21st May 2019 9:26am
Honesty
Common Sense
is freedom
the freedom
of choice
the freedom
to chose
Not
to pretend
is freedom
the freedom
of choice
the freedom
to chose
Not
to pretend
#honesty
25 reads
2 Comments
drone
Poem Published
21st May 2019 9:02am
21st May 2019 9:02am
Parasite
To be
a parasite
sucking on
the life's
that surround you
is not so dificult
to do
all one needs
is a harmful habit
and a poor me
state of mind
with a list
of poor excuses
on why
you have
No Spine
a parasite
sucking on
the life's
that surround you
is not so dificult
to do
all one needs
is a harmful habit
and a poor me
state of mind
with a list
of poor excuses
on why
you have
No Spine
#honesty
22 reads
3 Comments
Bluefall44
Kera Daniels
Kera Daniels
Poem Published
20th May 2019 9:25pm
20th May 2019 9:25pm
Innocence
It hurts you again and again
making you wonder where it began.
At times its loud,
at times its proud,
at times its broken
but those times are unspoken.
Its innocent,
but not for long.
It grows up
and learns the wrong.
In the end,
there is no friend...
just the pain
that drives you insane.
making you wonder where it began.
At times its loud,
at times its proud,
at times its broken
but those times are unspoken.
Its innocent,
but not for long.
It grows up
and learns the wrong.
In the end,
there is no friend...
just the pain
that drives you insane.
#honesty
20 reads
0 Comments
Mtnclimr
Poem Published
20th May 2019 8:15pm
20th May 2019 8:15pm
Oneness
The silent language of sheets
sounds loudly the poetry of lovers
Words laced by the cadence of hearts melting
ring silent to unreceptive ears
but conceive life in souls destined for oneness
Eyes speak wildly of stanzas
forged in deep commitment
bringing time and space to stillness
Lost in each other is love's greatest treasure
sounds loudly the poetry of lovers
Words laced by the cadence of hearts melting
ring silent to unreceptive ears
but conceive life in souls destined for oneness
Eyes speak wildly of stanzas
forged in deep commitment
bringing time and space to stillness
Lost in each other is love's greatest treasure
#love
#romantic
#ILoveYou
#honesty
#respect
57 reads
4 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
20th May 2019 2:06pm
20th May 2019 2:06pm
Agreed Contradiction
Your arrogant attitude
Indisputable certitude
Solved my mystery?
Rectify your fallacy
I am the juxtaposition
Of known universes
Uncharted constellations.
A shooting star extinguishing
In never-ending darkness.
Harmoniously dissonant
Emotionally logical
Lyrically silent
Serenely violent
Inhumanely compassionate
Divinely mortal
Nonviolent mercenary
Dominantly submissive
Compliantly defiant
Eternally fleeting
Madly lucid
Religiously profane
Hypothetical...
Indisputable certitude
Solved my mystery?
Rectify your fallacy
I am the juxtaposition
Of known universes
Uncharted constellations.
A shooting star extinguishing
In never-ending darkness.
Harmoniously dissonant
Emotionally logical
Lyrically silent
Serenely violent
Inhumanely compassionate
Divinely mortal
Nonviolent mercenary
Dominantly submissive
Compliantly defiant
Eternally fleeting
Madly lucid
Religiously profane
Hypothetical...
#strength
#dark
#spiritual
#honesty
#misunderstood
39 reads
1 Comment
LennyBlue
Yorkshire
Yorkshire
Poem Published
20th May 2019 1:09pm
20th May 2019 1:09pm
Better Dead than Read
I wanna murder my words,
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter...
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter...
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
27 reads
8 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
20th May 2019 9:23am
20th May 2019 9:23am
Vagarious
There’s nothing more fragile than me watching him as he unravels himself whilst buried deep inside my cunt with his rock hard cock as we sway to the unchained melody that tethers me to his prick, and he’s etched his name upon my lips, forevermore.
The way he fondles my subconscious in subtle ways makes my cunt ache, and I’m oft left with imagery of his cock violating me plastered all over my mind, and it’s no wonder the hunger emerges with a constant desire to be filled to the brim with him as I revel in the brutality of his funny but honest tell tale signs of his emerging...
The way he fondles my subconscious in subtle ways makes my cunt ache, and I’m oft left with imagery of his cock violating me plastered all over my mind, and it’s no wonder the hunger emerges with a constant desire to be filled to the brim with him as I revel in the brutality of his funny but honest tell tale signs of his emerging...
#sex
#funny
#honesty
86 reads
6 Comments
Pigeonheart
Poem Published
20th May 2019 5:33am
20th May 2019 5:33am
Virtual Mute
and if I laid you down
what would you give
for me to pick you up
you’ve been my muse
with all the time we’ve just virtually spent
I’m tipping from engaged to less enthused
are you a moth with wings that
singed the light
am I a mass of peonies
unseen
we sliver as the moon reflecting night
are figments of the shadows
we’ve redeemed
perhaps it’s safer written on the screen
and counted in the views within our minds
the curvature of font’s impassioned dream
in verses speculating love we’ll find ...
what would you give
for me to pick you up
you’ve been my muse
with all the time we’ve just virtually spent
I’m tipping from engaged to less enthused
are you a moth with wings that
singed the light
am I a mass of peonies
unseen
we sliver as the moon reflecting night
are figments of the shadows
we’ve redeemed
perhaps it’s safer written on the screen
and counted in the views within our minds
the curvature of font’s impassioned dream
in verses speculating love we’ll find ...
#funny
#honesty
38 reads
3 Comments
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