Poems about Truth poems

Emotions Run DeepDeep In The Valley Of Pain.I fear the pouring of rain, radiating deep within my soulan emotion I can not hold.Deception EndsPeering into the depth of darkness, leaving th

Truth, truth.That is exactlyI want to knowBoth in rainand in sun.For truthI am loving youDay in andDay out.I am dreamingthe truth, Truth is the realityof my life, andLife's imagination.

Open your heart and speak the truth therein; Let not your tongue utter its usual lies; For bearing false witness is mortal sin, And Hell is punishment if man so dies! Just listen to your conscien

The truth is that I never got over you, The trust was I really cared for you, As if I were a bird to be free from this harmful world that had upon on us, The truth is I never wanted to lose you, I

The darkness surrounds mefills the void and caresses my skin encouraging me to rise and sinmy mind turns ashen and corrupts my thoughtsgossiping about would be notI was once revered by the sick a

What is created is also truthThere is nothing but truthTruth sustains truthWhat is sustained is also truthThere is nothing but truthTruth never destroysWhat is destroyed is not truthThere is no

Quite often sweet lies, Almost every one likesAnd a blunt truthLeads one to wrath.Every one, guilt-free, Any time, wants to be.So they resort to lies, To cover their faults.'Me, the thorn pr

When the darkness creeps in, And I can feel the cool wind breathing on the back of my neck, I think of you to keep sane, My lifeMy steady rock.Then sleep overwhelms me, And things are happening

Truth is truth and it is the greatest work forceTruth is truth and it is the greatest religionTruth is truth and it is the only essence of lifeTruth is truth and it is all over the universeTruth i

Truth is always truth no matter its disguise.Somehow the foolish understandmuch better than the wise, That love is all and love is trueand Love is All of God.And that is all we need to knowtill

The teenager blasting his favourite tunesDrowning his thoughts and feelingsIn a muddy swamp of filthy lyrics.The postman cheerfully whistlingAs he does his roundAn osrich, stuck in the sands of

Love is wise, but how wise? Real love can live without the magic of sex? Love is the wisdom of two peopleSex is the lust of manyA woman the gift...a wise personUnderstands less sex.Women are not