Poems about Morality
#morality
Poems about morality, here you'll find poetry about morals and morality. Poems about values, principles and the difference between right and wrong. This includes poems about the moral compass of an individual, and about morality in wider society.
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 1:44am
18th Jan 2019 1:44am
Little Lamb
Little lamb, little lamb, daughter of dithyramb,
Little lamb, little lamb, pretending thy life is not a sham,
Little lamb, little lamb, persecuted by my oriflamme,
Little lamb, little lamb, with inherent love of joram.
Little lamb, little lamb, nothing more than likam,
Little lamb, little lamb, as in touch with reality as a hologram,
Little lamb, little lamb, who lives in a bedlam,
Little lamb, little lamb, who believes is edgy by studying a mental program.
Little lamb, little lamb, ewe with soon an I.O.U., enough to cause a logjam,
Little...
Little lamb, little lamb, pretending thy life is not a sham,
Little lamb, little lamb, persecuted by my oriflamme,
Little lamb, little lamb, with inherent love of joram.
Little lamb, little lamb, nothing more than likam,
Little lamb, little lamb, as in touch with reality as a hologram,
Little lamb, little lamb, who lives in a bedlam,
Little lamb, little lamb, who believes is edgy by studying a mental program.
Little lamb, little lamb, ewe with soon an I.O.U., enough to cause a logjam,
Little...
#science
#school
#frustration
#metaphor
#morality
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2b2b2
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 11:06pm
15th Jan 2019 11:06pm
Third Eyez
Looking glass, mirrored ‘casts
Reverting light, out of sight,
Voyeurs’ plight,
What a delight!
Seeming to see before showing
Cheating fate, undulate knowing
Hocus-pocus, slightly out of focus
Peeping Tom, to nail Dick and pin Harry
Sole controller, protecting deficits!
So type a way, as digits are clicks to measured parlay
This invasion by way of perversion displays
Banking on finding gold among bits and bytes
Captured glimpses of life with less suspense
Swirling details curtailing...
Reverting light, out of sight,
Voyeurs’ plight,
What a delight!
Seeming to see before showing
Cheating fate, undulate knowing
Hocus-pocus, slightly out of focus
Peeping Tom, to nail Dick and pin Harry
Sole controller, protecting deficits!
So type a way, as digits are clicks to measured parlay
This invasion by way of perversion displays
Banking on finding gold among bits and bytes
Captured glimpses of life with less suspense
Swirling details curtailing...
#power
#technology
#consumerism
#hypocrisy
#morality
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
10th Jan 2019 3:53pm
10th Jan 2019 3:53pm
IS IT POSSIBLE?
IS IT POSSIBLE?
What do some people think of coming death?
Is it a complete void and piles of bones
that are laid under earth to shun the fate
of being eaten by some hungry dogs?
Is it the end of man who can discern
the right from wrong, the evil from good deeds?
Where is the knowledge that he's piled in mind?
Where is the love he's felt, the tears he's shed?
Is man just like the dog that romps with spree
when it gets its inside filled with fit food?
It does not care what other dogs go through
as long as it has got its...
What do some people think of coming death?
Is it a complete void and piles of bones
that are laid under earth to shun the fate
of being eaten by some hungry dogs?
Is it the end of man who can discern
the right from wrong, the evil from good deeds?
Where is the knowledge that he's piled in mind?
Where is the love he's felt, the tears he's shed?
Is man just like the dog that romps with spree
when it gets its inside filled with fit food?
It does not care what other dogs go through
as long as it has got its...
#morality
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Stanhoven
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 6:40am
9th Jan 2019 6:40am
Little Boy
Little Boy
Run run
Little Boy
Come come
Little Boy
Takes out the morning sun
Little Boy around the Rosie...
Run run
Little Boy
Come come
Little Boy
Takes out the morning sun
Little Boy around the Rosie...
#war
#death
#morality
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heresjohnny97
Jaw Knee
Jaw Knee
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 11:38am
8th Jan 2019 11:38am
Just Business
The tightrope walker, fucked on ketamine,
wobbles on lifeless legs.
Smile dazed and unhinged, the
tutting is drowning him but he is unaware,
this patronisation is anaesthetic. Eyes
light up as he threatens to slip,
hindsight forms in the mouths of the crowd
waiting for proof off their savage wisdom.
The circus manager,
in a full Tommy Tracksuit,
strokes his wedge of twenties.
Another cat that's licked up his milk,
soon ready to be fed again. Happy
to let the walker take the spotlight he waits in the shadows,
trap-phone in...
wobbles on lifeless legs.
Smile dazed and unhinged, the
tutting is drowning him but he is unaware,
this patronisation is anaesthetic. Eyes
light up as he threatens to slip,
hindsight forms in the mouths of the crowd
waiting for proof off their savage wisdom.
The circus manager,
in a full Tommy Tracksuit,
strokes his wedge of twenties.
Another cat that's licked up his milk,
soon ready to be fed again. Happy
to let the walker take the spotlight he waits in the shadows,
trap-phone in...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#city
#drugs
#morality
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yelluw_always
Bumped 6th Jan 2019 6:49am
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
Jupiter Series: III, Barometer
in another world, the Ocean stays with us
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
#dreams
#universe
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 1:38am
5th Jan 2019 1:38am
Anatomic
look at this mastery
instead look at the people
rushing up down this way along
all that violence glitters through
my veins a delicate ambulance of violet
thronging its way to be alive
that's all it is a vessel it is a vessel a vessel it is
what rushes
all the tell-tattle signs
of a rattling
instant
that safety is a suburb of mind
instead look at the people
rushing up down this way along
all that violence glitters through
my veins a delicate ambulance of violet
thronging its way to be alive
that's all it is a vessel it is a vessel a vessel it is
what rushes
all the tell-tattle signs
of a rattling
instant
that safety is a suburb of mind
#philosophical
#morality
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 4:46pm
1st Jan 2019 4:46pm
If We Were Villains
If we were villains
the world would topple
in tears embellished
with contrite sorrows
drowning the ruins
six fathoms under
while life disperses
above dim waters
the moon remembers
how the light lingered
before the sun left
spread of the heavens
now the staid headstones
markers of memory
stand in the darkness
aside calm marshes
perhaps gods forget
wrongs done in anger
when outcomes linger
past best intentions
the bones are scattered
in...
the world would topple
in tears embellished
with contrite sorrows
drowning the ruins
six fathoms under
while life disperses
above dim waters
the moon remembers
how the light lingered
before the sun left
spread of the heavens
now the staid headstones
markers of memory
stand in the darkness
aside calm marshes
perhaps gods forget
wrongs done in anger
when outcomes linger
past best intentions
the bones are scattered
in...
#morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
The Collector
1.
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
#birds
#morality
#dreams
#sea
#MaryOliver
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Dec 2018 12:42pm
30th Dec 2018 12:42pm
Meeting a Sociopath
The man –
This fog, this wrath, obscure and tamable in his cage,
Billows a sanity-mask, veiling his inner rage.
Wandering within his decrepit-tomb –
(anxious of his past, ill-deeds), pondering his fated doom.
His grave…
His past conducts, obscure, hovering as a shadowless entity beneath a brilliant moon,
Drifting conscienceless before a set of blinding, heavenly eyes that try with this demon to attune…
Superficially receptive, and callously distant,
This fog dissipates, burrowing back beneath the earth… ...
This fog, this wrath, obscure and tamable in his cage,
Billows a sanity-mask, veiling his inner rage.
Wandering within his decrepit-tomb –
(anxious of his past, ill-deeds), pondering his fated doom.
His grave…
His past conducts, obscure, hovering as a shadowless entity beneath a brilliant moon,
Drifting conscienceless before a set of blinding, heavenly eyes that try with this demon to attune…
Superficially receptive, and callously distant,
This fog dissipates, burrowing back beneath the earth… ...
#dark
#evil
#storm
#scary
#morality
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Equivocater
Peculiarlad
Peculiarlad
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 12:49pm
29th Dec 2018 12:49pm
Predisposition
Probability,
that you will leave the vicinity,
is as relative as Einstein's theory,
imagine a time and condition,
in which the depths are risen,
arisen to the state of implicit decision,
making or breaking,
condition,
the molotov of manipulation a measured quantity,
over quality shall be seen as reformation,
to those that blatantly seek a reservation,
for their own persona may already be taken,
like a handle on twitter,
however i may be mistaken,
consider this annal a eulogy,
maybe yours by a predisposed force has...
that you will leave the vicinity,
is as relative as Einstein's theory,
imagine a time and condition,
in which the depths are risen,
arisen to the state of implicit decision,
making or breaking,
condition,
the molotov of manipulation a measured quantity,
over quality shall be seen as reformation,
to those that blatantly seek a reservation,
for their own persona may already be taken,
like a handle on twitter,
however i may be mistaken,
consider this annal a eulogy,
maybe yours by a predisposed force has...
#motivational
#religion
#fate
#spiritual
#morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
25th Dec 2018 8:51am
25th Dec 2018 8:51am
before education
dig the twilight with a furlough
spun of anti-space, worship
what we trace to link solitude,
cool star fire laid like unknown soldiers,
worn paths
from teething monoliths to cease fire,
mercury rising
leads an allegory of war-
the past has come home
straight to the back room
of your head, holy primordial thing
not unlike the profile of a crag, and the fox
covering its tracks
like a daylight's withdrawal, howling erasure
our negative also creates, the bluest spell
gathers its...
spun of anti-space, worship
what we trace to link solitude,
cool star fire laid like unknown soldiers,
worn paths
from teething monoliths to cease fire,
mercury rising
leads an allegory of war-
the past has come home
straight to the back room
of your head, holy primordial thing
not unlike the profile of a crag, and the fox
covering its tracks
like a daylight's withdrawal, howling erasure
our negative also creates, the bluest spell
gathers its...
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice
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