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Popular Honesty Poems

A Man's A Man For A' That

by Robert Burns

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,

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Game of Power

by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed

Politics isn’t clean.
It’s not about truth.
It’s about timing,
Position,
And pressure.

You don’t have to like the game.
But if you don’t play it,
You’ll be played,
Used,

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A Nation Of Cowards

by Hébert Logerie

Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,

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To A Fallen Elm

by John Clare

Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle to thy root
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without while all within was mute

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Shiva

by Robinson Jeffers

There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,
She killed the pigeons of peace and security,
She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,
She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.
She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunning
Science with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.
Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.
This is the hawk that picks out the star's eyes.
This is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;
The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.

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Recent Honesty Poems

Game of Power

by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed

Politics isn’t clean.
It’s not about truth.
It’s about timing,
Position,
And pressure.

You don’t have to like the game.
But if you don’t play it,
You’ll be played,
Used,

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Transparency

by Mario Odekerken

You stand there,
clear as river glass,
yet I cannot see through you.

Light moves across your surface,
breaks into pieces,
scatters on the floor
like something once whole.

You say nothing is hidden,

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Transparent

by Mario Odekerken

I am the whisper in the windowpane,
a shimmer where the raindrops stain.
I hold no weight,I cast no shade,
yet still,I shape the light you wade.

You see straight through,but not quite past
--
a truth too fragile,never asked.
No mask to wear,no lie to mend,
just silence I refuse to bend.

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A Stroke of Hypocrisy

by Kimani Hare

Destruction in the name of the Arts,

Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.

Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels

Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,

For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.

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