Aliss Guthmiller


Truth


Its funny how people want the truth not knowing there going to get hurt
When someone ask for the truth they don’t know what they are going to hear
They hope for the best but expect the worst
The truth is a blessing and a curse
They keep digging themselves deeper in a hole thinking each time they ask it will be different

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Truth by Aliss Guthmiller )

Enter the verification code :

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/16/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    There is an age old saying in India. Tell the truth but also try to tell it if it is interesting. Actually truth always triumphs. But unfortunately the real truth sometimes makes problems to the telling person. The poet took the theme in his own words and good creativity since truth has no continental barriers and its has a common interest and language. It is only truth. A good poem. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Untitled, Jervin Timothy
  2. The Photo, Kenneth Winstanley
  3. Really funny!, PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  4. Daddy, Rimni chakravarty
  5. Colourless light contains all the colour.., Mohammad Siddiqui
  6. come on, laxami Cards
  7. Beloved God, Mohammad Siddiqui
  8. Beloved, Mohammad Siddiqui
  9. Life is beautiful, Mohammad Siddiqui
  10. Poetry: A Small Fighting Bulldog, Laijon Liu

Poem of the Day

poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jessie Mackay

 
[Hata Bildir]