Published March 16, 2011
Lies are truly a horrible thing
Sitting in wait, from summer to spring
Even though no one needs them at all
Lies will always be there
To aid in your fall.
Lies have their own nasty consequence
Even if not caught, they beat at your consciousness
Even in love, Lies work to escape
From Summer to Spring, they sit in wait.
For they are the spark,
That lights the flame of hate
When hate burns through Love and Beyond
Lies sit on the sidelines, cheering it on.
No one can understand, certainly not me,
Why Lies are what we turn to,
In times of large, or small need.
Lies are despicable, that much is true.
However, we seem to depend on them.
Yes, me and you.
However, no one hates lies more,
than the ones who have seen,
The horrors they can do.
What no one can understand
No, not even I
Is how someone so pure
Could still resort to Lies
The ones that are pure-
Is their purity true?
It could be more Lies
No one knows that but you.
After all, I thought the feelings were so right.
Until Lies were invited to the party
Of our beautiful, and untainted Light.
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It's rather interesting, to say the least. It is true and it is horrible, but my opinion is that it can also be beneficial. However for this poem, it is good that you portrayed them in a bad light. I don't prefer to critique poems unless they're absolutely horrible or I'm in a bad mood. It has good rhythm and it flows nicely. I like it and it's nice. Good job.
This is an awesome poem, mostly because, it is very true. Even the kindest and purest of us all resort to the evil known as lying. Everyone knows the pain that lying can cause and the damage it can do. This is an amazing poem and you are an amazing writer. Thank you for letting me read it. I wish I could give you a few critics but I don't believe it needs any. Keep on wrinting.