In verses plain, I seek to find,
The essence clear, unshackled mind.
For words can twist and often blind,
But truth remains, by verse defined.
Amid the forest of ornate lines,
Truth is a tree, its roots entwine.
In simple verse, its presence shines,
Clear and bright, not left behind.
With each word chosen, crafted tight,
The poet’s quest, to bring to light.
Not lost in a maze of endless night,
But clear in verse, the truth takes flight.
In tangled woods of prose, we stray,
Yet in verse, the truth holds sway.
A path of words, both clear and gray,
Guides us through, and is our stay.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2026 08:56
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Comments5
Lovely and clear this poem speaks of truth which I take to be emotions felt not just word written. A wonderful piece my friend
A bit old style. Thanks heaps, Soren🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A. How's that Summer going?
Won’t let go, eh🕊️🙏🏻
arqios, this reads like a manifesto for clarity. “Truth is a tree, its roots entwine” gives the piece its grounding… and when you end with “Guides us through, and is our stay,” it feels like you’ve drawn a clean line in the sand. Simplicity as strength. Calm, deliberate, assured. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The old style and message seemed to match! Thanks Tittu🕊️🙏🏻
You said it all . Well done.
Cheers, Kevin🕊️🙏🏻
May that path always be filled with truth Rik.
Andy
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