Long Poems About Morality
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Long poems about morality. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
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Lamentations
It was morning when I fell upon a rock,
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
I found myself torn, almost split in half.
Training every day to be highly skilled,
Unaware that I left the house's bolts for someone else with the spanner.
They say, "Travel to see the world, for it's not a circle,"
But roam too much, and you might turn into a fool.
My folks say being consistent is the key,
Yet even standing up comes with its own fee.
Those in the game think they're showing us the light,
But they're the very source of all the chaos we fight.
"Do this, do...
#freedom
#identity
#morality #TruthOfLife
#morality #TruthOfLife
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Indelible Lines
Oh, how much i long
For the vintage sound of the olden music
The plaintive violin, under the gentle caress
A stroke of a piano-keys, by slender fingers
Of which the joy is not the less..
Oh, what a craving i do have !!!
Golden fields sway like sea-waves
The waltzing dance of the Summer wheat
Ripened under May's heat
The cheerful grasshoppers' sizzling shriek..
With hot chirping, skipping
Wheezing, such a cosy bossom
Where throbbing sentiments live
...
For the vintage sound of the olden music
The plaintive violin, under the gentle caress
A stroke of a piano-keys, by slender fingers
Of which the joy is not the less..
Oh, what a craving i do have !!!
Golden fields sway like sea-waves
The waltzing dance of the Summer wheat
Ripened under May's heat
The cheerful grasshoppers' sizzling shriek..
With hot chirping, skipping
Wheezing, such a cosy bossom
Where throbbing sentiments live
...
#faith
#morality
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
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Children of the Witch
Generational worship
Paid idolatrous ode
To mystery dreams stolen
From faring dragon history
Behind secrecy curtains
Passes on vain imagination
Performance for roses
On stage confidence
Ironic hypocrites
Acting lustful inquiry
Hissing deceitful
Forked tongue bewilders
Slithering in counterfeit vision
Winding selfish
Get rather than give
Appeases oneself fulfilled
As snakes parent
Supposed fame and fate
In unraveling penalty due
To suddenly strike
Raised on cloud...
Paid idolatrous ode
To mystery dreams stolen
From faring dragon history
Behind secrecy curtains
Passes on vain imagination
Performance for roses
On stage confidence
Ironic hypocrites
Acting lustful inquiry
Hissing deceitful
Forked tongue bewilders
Slithering in counterfeit vision
Winding selfish
Get rather than give
Appeases oneself fulfilled
As snakes parent
Supposed fame and fate
In unraveling penalty due
To suddenly strike
Raised on cloud...
#God
#humankind
#morality
#spiritual
#metaphor
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Scenery Of The Pastoral Mind
Overlooking the tiny town that lies below
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
#emotions
#faith
#morality
#motivational
#philosophical
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Mirror of Thought ...
Beneath an ancient, gnarled oak I sit,
Reflection caught where waters flit.
Solitude cradles thoughts that weave,
A dance of dark and light to cleave.
“What is virtue?” I beseech the breeze,
“And what is vice that tempts and teases?”
Mortal laws seem brittle, vain,
Molded by the hands of gain.
Eyes close to conjure a shadowed man,
Stealing for love, a desperate plan.
To nourish kin, he breaks decree
Where lies the wickedness in need?
Does virtue wear a crown of thorns?
Is sin the harvest justice...
Reflection caught where waters flit.
Solitude cradles thoughts that weave,
A dance of dark and light to cleave.
“What is virtue?” I beseech the breeze,
“And what is vice that tempts and teases?”
Mortal laws seem brittle, vain,
Molded by the hands of gain.
Eyes close to conjure a shadowed man,
Stealing for love, a desperate plan.
To nourish kin, he breaks decree
Where lies the wickedness in need?
Does virtue wear a crown of thorns?
Is sin the harvest justice...
#morality
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Goldi and The 3 Bears
In a forest clearing, lived Goldi, the queen,
With a shotgun, stilettos, and a house oh so pristine.
One fine day, to the mall she did dash,
For a shoe sale promised a bargain for cash.
While she was gone, through her window crept three,
A family of bears, wild as could be.
Papa Bear sniffed, "This place smells divine!"
And made himself cozy with no sense of time.
He lumbered straight to her porcelain throne,
And left behind a stench all of his own.
"Perfectly pungent!" he growled with pride, a little chorri...
With a shotgun, stilettos, and a house oh so pristine.
One fine day, to the mall she did dash,
For a shoe sale promised a bargain for cash.
While she was gone, through her window crept three,
A family of bears, wild as could be.
Papa Bear sniffed, "This place smells divine!"
And made himself cozy with no sense of time.
He lumbered straight to her porcelain throne,
And left behind a stench all of his own.
"Perfectly pungent!" he growled with pride, a little chorri...
#funny
#morality
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NOT ALL VAMPIRES SUCK BLOOD
Your gaze wanders through corridors of dead and living poets, devouring, slipping in like thieves at midnight—not for communion with the spirit’s insight, but to feast, to draw stolen breath and reshape it as your own, a mimicry born without debt to the muse, a hollow construct grasping for self acclaim, void of responsibility to its sources.
Poetic Vampires, the charlatans of thought, these pale shadows drift through other minds, cloaked in filched passion and counterfeit phrases—a theater of echoes lacking the marrow of originality. They linger, barren of fresh vision, bereft of...
Poetic Vampires, the charlatans of thought, these pale shadows drift through other minds, cloaked in filched passion and counterfeit phrases—a theater of echoes lacking the marrow of originality. They linger, barren of fresh vision, bereft of...
#anger
#art
#disappointment
#frustration
#morality
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In The Spirit Of Autumn
Ah, quiet autumn ! you stole from spring its breeze, its flat vibration, the feelings of ease,
and the warm souvenirs.A happy twitter larks joyfully over the hill, scents of the fall,
moments heavenly still, o'er the tip of a flowing quill.Your music waltz like a lullaby
with every leaf, gives a warm fusion with the foliage scattered, on and beside the empty streets.
Time breaks free again, its name never defines a season's reign, as the mist is fairly mild, softly thick, while, to the fine soul and the whole spirit, its the mystical truth of the human and his...
and the warm souvenirs.A happy twitter larks joyfully over the hill, scents of the fall,
moments heavenly still, o'er the tip of a flowing quill.Your music waltz like a lullaby
with every leaf, gives a warm fusion with the foliage scattered, on and beside the empty streets.
Time breaks free again, its name never defines a season's reign, as the mist is fairly mild, softly thick, while, to the fine soul and the whole spirit, its the mystical truth of the human and his...
#faith
#hope
#morality
#motivational
#philosophical
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The Hollow King
In a moment of betrayal, when trust was laid bare,
Laughter masked the anguish, a heart shattered to weep.
A master of illusion, weaving pain with such ease,
In shadows of affection, innocence fell to its knees.
Sweet words turned to mockery, a cruel, chilling game,
As manipulation tightened its grip, an unrelenting claim.
Each promise, once vibrant, now wilts in decay,
Echoes of sorrow linger, where love faded away.
Behind God’s name, a hollow king hides,
Using Jesus as a shield, while darkness abides.
A wolf...
Laughter masked the anguish, a heart shattered to weep.
A master of illusion, weaving pain with such ease,
In shadows of affection, innocence fell to its knees.
Sweet words turned to mockery, a cruel, chilling game,
As manipulation tightened its grip, an unrelenting claim.
Each promise, once vibrant, now wilts in decay,
Echoes of sorrow linger, where love faded away.
Behind God’s name, a hollow king hides,
Using Jesus as a shield, while darkness abides.
A wolf...
#deception
#disappointment
#morality
#MovingOn
#sadness
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Sons of God
I am to trust the woman that is suppose to hold my spine
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced...
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced...
#faith
#morality
#spiritual
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rusHour
The one principle that surrounds everything else is that of
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
stewardship; that we are the managers of everything that
God has given us.—”Larry Burkett
it must be for the greater good
that some above the crowds have stood,
while others on the edge of life repine;
the stewardship of every man
must be to serve a nobler plan
than pick his teeth and phartz above cloud nine.
the lawyer in sartorial guise
must not the ass...
#kindness
#love
#morality
#redemption
#responsibility
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