Poetry: Poetry is truth


For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my my searching days

Poetry is truth

The world around me is spinning

it’s just moving by too fast,

I’ve just got to share these emotions

as reflections of my past.

Living in a world

with confusion all around,

a place where dreams exist

but are all so neatly bound.

The dreams are always there

but are reached. In times so few,

the pressures of the dollar

brings the truth to view.

So, as I sit content

with my pen clenched in my hand,

I write of life’s illusions

and the beauty of this land.

There’s an incredible amount of beauty

but we fail to make this clear,

The truth should have no walls

it is something not to fear.

Well my truth runneth over

as the pen becomes my friend,

I let it sing of happiness

and best wishes it will send

My pen will lead the way

to the riches of the soul,

it will tell you of life’s beauty

at least that is its goal.


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