Poems about lie



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№ 1210359

Lie

No you didn't lie,
No you didn't try,
But there was a hidden truth,
The biggest truth...

You are another woman's,
Bound by the power of the ring,
But your empty vows,
Empowered your deception
Yet there was the creation of a creature,
Your pride and joy,
Your reason to stay,
Our reason to not exist.

Yes, you did lie,
Yes, you did try,
This is your truth,
Your hidden truth


lie.

Author: Jennifer
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1210112

It's a lie

There is something in my soul that lies
Attached to the tiny fragmented spies
Watching, lurking, cautiously throwing
All the silly gimmicks belonging to mind
And soon the pride showed its skin
Revealed itself and its dark, evil grin
Almost instantaneous did my love
Leave me like a summers bug
Consuming, all the pretty parts
It's a tale left for the sinners heart
Nothing was felt, emptiness and gloom
Everything was stripped, even the moon
Light was gone, was never worth it
Never a day where things were perfect
Is that why, you kept those lies?
Deluding after every failure and try?
Silent neglect, moving picture on the wall
Couldn't contain the misery of it all
Only thing known had to be done
You continued to whisper lies
But this time, with a gun


lie.

Author: AT
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Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209756

That thing I wrote on Thursday, October 30th was a lie.

I want to hold your hand as badly as ever. But I'm sad and aching and my fingers won't forget how yours felt between them and my hand won't forget how tightly you held it and my brain won't forget your smile, it's kind of like you burned it on the inside of my eyelids. I can taste your voice in the back of my throat and your gaze is like butterflies on my skin. I wish you'd hug me again. I miss smelling you on my skin all day.


lie,  october,  thing,  thursday,  wrote.

Author: Taylor
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Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209634

Lie...Smile...Yawn (or HRC has BO and the DTs)

Warning: This is a political rant so beware as you read.

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One hundred and fifty billion
(another 1. 3 billion reported today 8/25/16)
And four hundred million...in cash
To an enemy who views women as slaves,
Second, no third class (not even sure “citizens” works here)
Makes soldiers of children/babies
Funds terrorist organizations
Who's goal it is to eradicate Israel
And the United States or anyone else
Who doesn't share their beliefs

What is our response?
Blank checks for death and (lives)
And the signers smile,
Lie, (it wasn't a ransom) smile, lie (what emails? ), smile
(Oh crap, they found more)
Why am I humming "Lying Eyes" right now (sorry Eagles)
The one in office
And the one who wants to be,
Who stands for women's rights...huh?
(See lines 4 and 5 in the first stanza)
WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?

Yet all the media can do
Is bash someone with a big mouth
Who shouts, points fingers,
Makes accusations, demands that laws be obeyed
Wants to protect us, is a racist
(because he calls someone of Mexican heritage a...Mexican)
Wait, what?
Incites passion and feelings in supporters
Who are colored (that's not racist, is it) as crazy,
Losers, deranged, cry babies (Phew, at least not soldier babies)
Because they want something different
Something different...so different, ......... like the truth?
(That would be different)

When the rich dude is tagged
#The top recruiter for a terrorist organization
Ha, ha, that's funny, nice one
Let's all have a nice laugh, there is nothing wrong with that
High fives all around, media parties ensue
But when he brands those two the founders
And co-founders of the same org.
Whoa, shut the front door, wash your mouth out with soap
Sit in the corner, get a psyche evaluation
Who would say such a thing
Only an insane person, only a loonie, (no offense Canada)
What has this world come too?
Check the news, they'll let you know (their side)

Still there are those who fight
For their rights to place some of those blank checks
In their pockets, SOLD!!! And the gavel comes down
Who owns who? Should anybody own anybody?
China is fine on nice linen where Russia serves the good vodka,
But that is of no special interest to you or me,
That's what raising Taxes is for...right?
And hell we can build our own babies,
We have the parts and they are paid for...
By those “T” things I mentioned a few lines above

Reminds me of another song, let me see,
"Four dead in Ohio" yeah, that's it, CSN &Y;
But it's not, is it? Something like...
"Four dead in Benghazi" Now there's a song for her,
Dead soldiers and someone's calling
When she's asleep all alone
Damn it, one of you answer that thing,
It's the ambassador on the phone... (again)
Just say it's a video,
Just say it's a video,
Four dead in...
CAN'T HE SEE I'M SLEEPING?

Oh and we all need a firm, sturdy,
Corrupt (did I say that out loud? )
Foundation to administer favors,
Show preferential treatment,
To stand on to count the profits
From the pay to play scheme
Who cares if it is foriegn,
That stuff works just as good a U. S. cash
And besides we need all we can get,
We've got Bill's (women) to pay, and maybe to build those
5 houses in Haiti, maybe... and don't forget
The yoga classes and wedding arrangements,
That stuff ain't cheap
Oh, did I mention that some of the countries paying for
This stuff treat women like crap? Just checking.

Parading around in a stained blue dress,
(no, no, no, that was that other chick)
Promising what, where, when, HOW?
"Promising" huh... what's that?
(I always thought it was something you should keep)
Hand outs, free lunches
(but I thought there was no such thing as a free, oh never mind)
That must be it, it must be,
Because I can think of no other reason
To support terrorism, to support the lies
And the smiles (and you know I am a smile guy)

Wake up people, (including politicians in the same party)
Quit hitting the snooze button over and over and over,
Open your eyes, see the light while you still can
For the people, by the people,
Now there's a novel idea, what a concept
But what am I thinking...I am the enemy,
I am a member of the...middle class,
I should just learn to keep my big mouth shut...YAWN

"Put that in your basket of deplorables and smoke it"

(I was going to send this in an email, but it got deleted with all of the rest of them)

**My name is Stephan and I approve this poem


bo,  lie,  smile,  yawn.

Author: Stephan
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Date: 06/04/2020


№ 1209326

"I Lie Awake Contemplating"

I lie awake contemplating,
An insomniac stricken with
The explorer's mind
That wanders in search for exciting possibility;
The revolutionary heart
That fights for an unknown positive change;
An ignorant soul
That believes that all is possible;
And a weak man's body
That takes the punishment.
The power is out,
The heating is turned off
As a dimming flashlight flickers
Like the light of a flame,
But such shimmers onto
White, blank walls
Provide the backdrop
Of cerebral cinemas
Playing blurry features
Of painful pasts
Where lessons are learned;
Of the struggling present
Where limits are tested...
I lie awake, contemplating,
A stomach empty, rumbling
Because of forced financial responsibility,
A body aching from mandatory life labor,
Silence from those I seek
For help, for comfort, for a voice
To aid these ears that
No longer can simply hear silence
But instead the loud shouts
Of a conscious trying to persuade
A feeble mind into conformity
Using what the eyes see,
What patterns the memory recognizes
As refutable evidence.
Would it not be so easy
To live the life of a normal man
Or live the life of a normal woman,
Carefree, to enjoy the youth
In ecstasy, without care
Of the future?
Would it not be easy
To instead spread out
Each M&M; to small hands
Around and instead
Empty each piece into my mouth?
And if I were to see a woman
Crying on the bench,
Would I choose to sit and sew
The torn fragilities of human vulnerability
To risk punctuality...
Would it not be easy?
To live life to oneself
To one's own need
To one's own desires
Without care of the future...
But during these cinemas
On my dark bedroom wall,
I see poverty within the past,
I see pain through the present,
And because of that I fear the future
That maybe the precious time
Spent on these late night contemplations
Will amount to nothing,
That in time the mind withers
And ultimately dies
Blank as it began.


Yet I wonder, to act on impulse
Leads many to mimic
Society that surrounds
The observant eye
Who has a mind, but is afraid...
Am I a man who is different?
Or am I a man who is the same?
Or is it that in this finite spectrum
Of infinite possibility of these
Two questions: I stand in the center
Unable to place a point
And remain stationary?


I lie awake contemplating
Of personal practicality
That if these thoughts will impact
Any eyes, ears, or minds
As separate as they can be.
I hope that in time,
These thoughts will be refined
After being confined
And eventually redefined.
Maybe then these poems will make sense,
Or that any of these arrangements
Of words taken straight from thought
Will translate to normal English
For it is not the curve of a "y"
That should matter in the marking
Of a name, but instead the name itself.


As the films end
In memories' credits
Where people are listed anonymously,
The flashlight flickers,
The stomach growls,
The body weary,
And the mind drifting
But the eyes wide open;
With few thoughts
Left in the darkness,
A paintbrush childishly
Draws an insomniac
Who contemplates his past,
Who recognizes his present,
And who is afraid of his future
But faces it even as
The flashlight dies.


awake,  contemplating,  lie.

Author: Hao Nguyen
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Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208138

Love's Lie

Love does not exist
For love has been
The death of me

I ripped out my heart
And in your hand
It did bleed

Love is only a lie,
Of a hope
Forever out of reach


lie,  love.

Author: Michelle Jordan
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1207370

A Lie

If I disappeared;
Just gave up,
Would a sole notice
My life had stopped?

Maybe entangled,
They would stay;
Their eyes locked,
Keys thrown away.

Would they remember the loneliness
That possessed my being,
Or would they remember the lies
I allowed them to believe?


lie.

Author: Rebekah Wilson
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Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1207102

Never Lie About Money Or Power To Your Lover

I won't lie
Not this time --
Nothing is going to happen tonight.

I may never set this right,
But this time
I'm not afraid --

Not in this light.
Not tonight.

I didn't mean to push you away --
So cross in retrospect,
I was lost in intricate
Negotiations
With numbers
On a screen,
It is uncanny, their
Ability to demean.

Give me the right
To sell myself
As my habit demands
Yes, like a junkie.
That's where I stand
On that.

But I won't lie
To get by.
You and I, Master,
We have to try.
My pleasure,
You said, much to my delight.
But now I'm only
Sleeping. Just like
Every other night.

With the crash of confusion
My lover is gone.
Stoically claimimg
My heedlessness
While I weep
For the loss of sweet
Time pining away
For what is gone.

I won't lie --
Not this time
Not tonight
Not for loss or love.

Instead fortune forced
My hand!
I will lie for
The sake of
Those numbers.

The ones I keep dreaming of.

As for love,
You should never have to lie for love.


lie,  lover,  money,  power.

Author: biche
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Date: 04/04/2020

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