#truth poems on Hello Poetry

Vedanta Anagha Aug 7

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

A piece of mine, that looks so fine,
Yet I never mattered in the fragile line.
Let them paint me cruel, unworthified-
A villain crafted by their own design.

They tell the tail in the black and white,
While casting shadows in the light.
But I just want to say goodbye-
No exit applause, no final bow, no crowd-defined.

I murdered myself to end this night,
Just to see you happy, see you smile
-even the cloud cloud feel it right.
I'm not wrong, I was cast as the villain,
Because it's easier to call you divine.

The truth unfolds, still lost in time,
And maybe it's simpler-
To be the villain than explain what's behind.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)

I created the poem but not able to get it right, trying to talk with me in the fragile line.

#anagha #truth #villain #hero #sad #reality

SpiritHeart67 Aug 5

Artistic Irony

Art
is but
an Imitation
of Life.
It can never be
more than that.
However,
with Raw Authenticity,
Art
can be
a Beautiful
Mind Altering Reflection
of that Imitation
and
in that Kind of Creation,
Life's True Nature
is Revealed.

What kind of Artist are you and what kind of perfected reflection of Life will you bring forth into this World?

#art #reflection #imitation #truth #life #creation #authenticity

Sherri Woodman Aug 3

The Guilty Party's Playbook

I thought it was just me against you I found out that that wasn't true I heard you've been gathering up the troops that's what a guilty party would do I think I'll stand on my own, Thank You I don't have anything to prove You must feel threatened by me I shake your sense of false security You have to talk **** to everybody while I stand back cool and calmly You think that you have me scared but to do that I would have to care You think you have shown me how strong you can be but instead you've shown me you're cowardly

#cowardguiltyfighting #fair #liar #truth

Ariannah Aug 3

Something that hurts

Wanna know something that hurts ?
It burns me down to the core,
It keeps me awake at night...
It's... a thing I never thought I'd live to hear.
Though.... I think I should've seen it coming..
I mean.. all the signs were there..
I should've expected it..
For ***** sake.. I even thought about it.
It sounds so different when you say it though...
It hurts as much as a twisted knife right in my heart..

I always thought we were inseparable
You know, like the moon and the stars?
Never one without the other..
But now the darkness of the night is too dark for them to shine as bright as they once did..
I always thought you were the love my life, and I was yours too,
Though I'm not so sure about that anymore..
Not because I don't love you, or because I want to leave
You hurt me more than anyone else ever did
So yeah, maybe I don't have a reason to stay
But I feel like, in my heart, I don't want to give this love away..

But... you wanna know something that hurts.. ?
It hurts me more that I don't even know how to put it into words...
You said something.. I never wanted to hear
But the fact that it's true... it just.. makes me wish I was not even here
I want to be somewhere else, somewhere in peace..
Somewhere where I don't have to deal with all this.

But I can't, because I'm here
All thoughts inside my head now circling in a sphere
Voices I can't help since they're the only thing I can perceive.
They hurt me, you know?
They won't ever leave me alone..
But what's worse is what they keep saying
Because it's repeated,
And it makes me cry everytime..
I don't even know how I'm supposed to look in your eye
Now that I how you truly feel about me..
That for you, the spark we had is gone..
That you don't even know how to love me anymore..

Honestly.. what you keep saying
Rises more questions than just explains
But that's not even what's important now,
Because what matters..
Is that it hurts.
It hurts to see that the person you love managed to hurt you with just these words...

#hurt #pain #love #words #twisted #heart #inseparable #stay #truth #saying

Courtney Hawkins Aug 3

Can't Handle the Truth

empty shell filled with
butterflies, beautiful
liar; the mysterious
whisper just where
you almost couldn't
hear

hot air fills my lungs,
scream softly
"I'm just tired."

#cant #handle #the #truth #courtney #hawkins #lucida

eliana Aug 3

truth

No tears can explain
No words can describe
The pain that is killing
Deep inside..
I know truth hurts
But it even hurts twice
When you try to comfort
Yourself with lies..

i just got notifications for tryouts for my school right now, and it really hurt my heart. Knowing the dates and just that i KNOW my friends are all going and im just here. I love being active and it just hurts so much. nobody really understands how much it hurts, i cant even explain it.

#hurt #pain #injury #feelings #truth #lies #comfort

eliana Aug 3

I Want No More Pain

I want to feel something
Not just the blade upon my arm
I want to love someone
That won’t do me any harm
I don't want to cry anymore
I want more than just my blood on the floor
I want to know more
Than just my tears
I want to reach for something
Not just run from my fears
I want to feel like I’m enough
Am I enough?
I want to enjoy life with no strings attached
I don't want to dread being attacked
I don't want to feel alone anymore
I want to know what I’m living for
I want to end it all
But I’m still scared to fall
I don't want anymore scars
I’m not asking for the stars
I want to be worth anything
I want death to stop calling
I want to be loved
I want to rise above
This pain
I want the lies to stop replaying
I want to stop cutting
I don't want to find myself in the mirror
I want the truth to become clearer
I want to eat and not force myself to throw up
I don't want to grow up
I want to stop skipping meals
I never want anyone to know how it feels
I want him to come back
I want him to leave
I want to be on track
I want to believe
There is anything good about me
I want to stop feeling this self pity
But I’m done
I want to run
Am I good enough?
Am I worthy?

The last word was supposed to be "No" But i removed it because im not sure. My mind tells me no but i feel yes if that makes sense.

#feelings #pain #done #truth #real #me

Lyra Callen Aug 2

How Tragic

How tragic is it?

We all yearn for the same thing

Love.

Yet we fail to offer it.

Not to others. Not even to ourselves.

We’re all hurting for the same reason.

Our desires are identical.

But we choose to endure the pain

and let those around us suffer as well.

We hold back love,

then lament that we never receive it.

How tragic.

Everyone defines love differently.

But at its essence

we all crave the same thing.

Yet we’re molded to believe in varying forms of it.

And now,

we neither know how to give it

nor how to accept it.

How tragic.

We fail to find love

in our own homes,

in our own circles.

So we search for it

in strangers,

in fleeting encounters,

in harmful places.

How tragic.

We live in a breathtaking world,

yet we seek beauty

in someone’s thoughts,

in a verse of poetry,

in the pages of a book.

We discover love

only in ink and paper,

and the more we uncover it there,

the more it pains us.

Every day.

With every passing moment.

How tragic.

We lack the one thing

we need most

the very thing

that defines

our humanity.

#love #poetry #pathetic #sorrow #hello #poem #cry #truth #tragic

Lyra Callen Aug 2

How Pathetic

How pathetic is it?
We all long for the same thing
Love.
Yet we don’t give it.
Not to each other. Not even to ourselves.

We’re all suffering for the same reason.
Our needs are the same.
But we choose to suffer
and let those around us suffer too.

We withhold love,
then complain that we never receive it.
How pathetic.

Everyone has their own definition of love.
But at the core—
we all want the same thing.
Still, we’re shaped to believe in different forms of it.
So now,
we neither receive it
nor know how to give it.
How pathetic.

We don’t find love
in our own homes,
in our own circles.
So we search for it
in strangers,
in fleeting moments,
in unhealthy places.

How pathetic.

We live in a beautiful world,
yet we search for beauty
in someone’s mind,
in a line of poetry,
in the pages of a book.

We only find love
in ink and paper
and the more we find it there,
the more we ache.
Every day.
Each passing day.

How pathetic.

We don’t have the one thing
we need the most
the very thing
that makes us
human.

#love #poetry #pathetic #sorrow #hello #poem #cry #truth #tragic

Adam Childs Aug 2

Authentic self

Be careful who you trust
Nothing more deadly
Than good intentions
Dipped in blindness
Nothing more dangerous than
Care without wisdom

The evil intent hides within the platitudes of the unaware
It hides like lions
Secretly in long grass
The archetypal wolf
In sheep’s clothing

They prey on your weakness
Their favourite victims
Are the young
The silent assassin
Predators creeping through the night
They Stealthily stalk your soul

The thief slowly strangling you whole
They seek to carve your soul
With knives like butchers
Hidden in friendly gestures

With the soft threads
Of a spider’s lair
They build a sticky prison
Laced with poetic thorn

The worst of all
They ask
Abandoned self
And we will love you more

As weak men
Love to shepherd
The strong
To quench their unconscious jealous

As some people wish to steer your choices
Because you trigger their own
As sme people wish to crush your ambition
Because they buried their own
A conqueror's hidden fear

But let your inner guide shine
Let the Lord God guide us home
To a promised land
Where there's no
Guilt, fear, or shame

As I push back
Not to hate
But to love
Love for self
As my soul whispers
With a silent growl
NO

A deadly stare
That can see into night
I pierce falsehood with soft glare
Not to fright
But to say I am here

Like a leopards spots
The more they rub
The more I shine
As I stand in truth
My real
Authentic self

This poem describes one person's journey through external imposed confusion, manipulation, and presure to reclaiming their authentic self.

#authentic #truth #real