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If The Truth Is My Due
I would prefer praise to criticism any day
But for as long as people their truth to me do say
And with lies not defame me in any way
I will 'cop it sweet' with me 'twill be okay
Yet some people even whilst speaking the truth
By their words alone do seem lacking in ruth
Even the truth spoken crudely can leave a mental sting
The great power of words can be a hurtful thing
Yet the truth is the truth and can never defame
It is with your own actions that you sully your name
Due to jealousy or a sense of revenge some with their words are cruel
And with their words to character ruin light the fuel
I will accept the truth if the truth is my due
For as long as you say of me of me what's true.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Let me recite you a poem
Come on
Let me recite you a poem
There are no charming words in it.
Nor there are soft loving words
Nor it shows dreams
Nor it talks sweet
It is very rough
It will agitate you
‘cause it tells the truth
Truth, which is very bitter
Truth, which irritates
Truth, which we dislike
This poem is the epic of truth
Truth, which is always being defeated
Victory of bad over good
And truth thrown out n’ marginalized
But never surrenders
It is never centrist
It questions
Seeks answers
Never confuses in the maze of words
It solves the knots
Itself suffers- never subjugates
Since centuries
In every age
Since the birth of man
This poem remembers them all
Who died for the truth!
poem by Pankaj Prasoon
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poem by David Keig
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So Vulnerable
I need to choose.
I need to believe.
The truth in your eyes,
The truth in your kiss,
The truth in your words,
The truth in your Heart.
I need to know.
I need to trust.
The truth in your tears,
The truth in your lips,
The truth in your mind,
The truth in your love.
poem by Heather Z. Hanna
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
You Want Me To Simplify My Life..to Be
to be just
simple and say clearly what i what you to understand
less words perhaps
no signs no picture even
just a glance or a touch or a tap on the shoulder
to be direct, candid, straighforward
to tell the truth, this truth and nothing but the truth
no words
how can i tell you? how can i give you the signs
how can i be direct and candid and straightforward
how can i ever tell the truth
when all these years i do not know anymore
about anything
when what i know is only to survive
at all costs
do you think that i still have the truth or the courage to tell you
about it
the truth? do you really need the truth inorder to live?
tell me, why and what?
learn first and teach me how
let us perhaps begin again from the time when we were born
from the time when we first give them our
big cry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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Words of Comfort
In my mind thoughts will flow, from The Truth I have come to know,
To words of light and encouragement, to the places I’ve been sent.
A comfort to all who do believe, and a light to all who are deceived,
God’s encouragement to a brother, while words of Truth to another.
Comforting words that I can say, to brighten a brother’s dismal day,
Words filled with hope and love, that point to our Savior, up above.
Words of Truth that only come, through The Spirit from God’s Son,
Who comes to dwell in our heart, from where words He does impart.
This to bring the lost to The Truth, through loving words not reproof,
So through our words men can see, The Loving Father of all Eternity,
Who came to die, to give us life, through His Only Son, Jesus Christ.
Who now lives, so that all men, through The Son can be Born Again.
Then receive The Spirit spoken of, when they accept His Son’s Love.
To be used upon this temporal earth, through the power of New Birth,
And the washing and regeneration, through His Blood unto Salvation.
Which only comes from God’s Son, the Lord and Savior of everyone.
You too will share the Living Word, speaking Truth until all have heard,
The saving Truth of God’s Salvation, Christ who came for every nation.
And then you will be a comfort too, to all who believe like me and you,
Speaking words of comfort friend, about life in Christ that has on end.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
Truth And Lies
Honesty flying around
The stories inconsistent
You tell me one thing
Another tells me different
Is there any truth left?
Are your words true words?
I know a lie's alive
I've been assured and reassured
Truth and lies
Fake or real
Messin' with my mind
Just take and steal
I'm not seeing straight
Literally, no lie
My eye for truth
Has been shot down, died
No mistakes and yet regret
Comes here and there and then
But when I step back
The situations a win-win
If your story is but true
I will believe it so
I will have made up my mind
Eyesight no longer blind
If only your mouth speaks truth
And your words are lies
I will pay attention & mention
And your story, you will revise
Ill mention your flawed words
Ill bring to notice:
Your story, you told it
My poem, I wrote this
Never in an ever
Fall for a clear lie
I see much much more
There's truth in my eye
poem by Jared Bradford
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Perplexity
Time changes
Changes every thing
From truth to beauty
Every thing is moving
From love to morality,
Love is now a butterfly
From this flower to that flower to flatter by
This flower does not have
That flower might have the desired pleasure
This cave does not have surprises
That cave might have the wonder!
Morality is now
A make up box, a mask
A means to meet the selfish end
A weapon man made
Twist and turn to suit the whimsical trade.
In the periphery of divinity now men is the guide
The car of the morality men now drive.
Truth remains not a truth at all
It keeps changing with time and place
Losing its beauty and divine grace
In the eyes and minds beauty is very restless
From the beginning permanently remains only the perplexity
In the life of bewilderment absolute is the paradoxical irony.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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To arrange words
To arrange words
In some order
Is not the same thing
As the inner poise
That's poetry.
The truth of poetry
Is the truth
Of being.
It's an experience
Of truth.
No ornaments
Survive
A crucible.
Fire reveals
Only molten
Gold.
Says Tuka
We are here
To reveal.
We do not waste
Words.
poem by Sant Tukaram
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Love's Unrequited Paradoxicity
Love of the unrequited type...
Ah! How paradoxical it be!
Even more paradoxical
Than that of the returned type...
return to me my boomerang
if ironic paradox be
bring on your wings an offering
return to set this captive free
Love is love whether returned or not.
It gives all meaning to life,
But when not returned
It drives us into insanity!
Constantly contemplating
Upon what may or may not be...
provide a reason, supply a rhyme
keep despair exiled forever
to hearts a breathe of gentle clime
elixir to heart's endeavour
If you have not experienced
This type of love,
This unrequited love
Then you shall not understand
The joyous part.
You will think it all tragic.
But there is a joyous part!
you freely give from joyous grace
once prisoner of love withheld
escape on wings of kiss' embrace
receive twin souls, tender fire meld
Love is love whether returned or not.
my need reaches to the heavens
despaired reply from there to find
where is that spark this chest quickens
love without truth is love unkind
Whether that person feels the same or not,
I still love her, and to have someone
That I love so much,
Brings certain joy unto me...
But certain grief to not recieve the love in return...
It is the most tragic grief
And the most joyous joy
At the same time!
Love, paradox of paradoxes!
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Paradoxical Freedom Of Utopian Welfare
Paradoxical freedom of utopian welfare
Paradoxical freedom of utopian welfare state
Decorates the coffin of innocent plebiscite
Dodger leads the dancing steps for packed fodder
Loop-holes curtains for the hidden ventilation
Helpless voice of powerless position teams
Tried to shape the route of the ethics
Hurling of abnormal elements on procession
Proclamation to light the shining Sun
Wandering in somnambulism to reach goal
Locked the symbol of awakening all
Hanging on the power lines to put the cut
Even the natural flow is subsidized
Swallowed by our shadow itself waiting for sympathy
Digging the contaminated clouds in search of the hopeful seeds
poem by Puttu Kulkarni
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Power is paradoxical.
quote by Friedrich Durrenmatt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The truth should not be told
The truth should not be told
The truth should always be withhold
The truth as it turns out
Should not be said out loud
The truth as they say will set you free
But it will also come with an undetectable fee
The truth is in fact quite dirty and mean
Even for a noble deed
The truth even in good will or unwillingness to commit deception
As I am sure you have heard; the road to hell is paid with good intentions
So many terrible things the truth brings
It’s really a villain playing the hero if you ask me
But, I’m unhappy to say
The truth has a point in some very maniacal way
Screwed if you do, screwed if you don’t, says the verse
I guess nobody wins in these small set of words.
poem by Gabriel Joel
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Vivre
If that be the case
then let me die, but if it
ever shall change, call
me up from my sweet death
and I'll be there.
Not that love is worth all this
for it isn't
but that truth, even the
truth of love
is as sweet and innocent,
that truth is worth death
and more.
If i shall decieve and lose
what i have gained
let me drink the words
of poision, and then die.
But as I die let me hear
the words of truth.
poem by Krystle Newberry
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Where Guilt Lies
We suffer sometimes
due to sharp shot words
sodden saturated words
exhorted urged in error.
Never forget pained victims
some such misdeeds
are launched closer to home
than we can often care
to own up to;
strangers are not alone
when it pettiness comes
to casting knuckle bone
evoking spiteful contention.
Yet another truth
in slanderous words
rings true to bone.
A grain of irritant truth
in spite spoken words
is a biting lesson heartfelt.
Such an instrumental lesson
should be meditated upon
errors resolved harmoniously.
Yet another truth we often conceive
a grain of truth in spite we perceive.
Where does original exhumed guilt lie?
Spite regenerates heartlessly resurgent!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.
quote by Dorothy L. Sayers
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As an actor, there's a bit of you that's decided you want to be looked at and watched, but there's a paradoxical bit that wants to run away.
quote by Ralph Fiennes
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