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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 4:49pm
9th Dec 2021 4:49pm
Moral Code
So I scaled back a bit
You know
I can’t complain about the fire
if I added a little bit of the fuel myself
I mean
How often do we stop to admire the flames
Like car crash
(Lookie Loos)
We slow down to see the damage
but we may cause another wreck just the same
Perhaps this is where I decide to become a little more…
What’s the word?
Reserved?
Selective?
You know
When we pick and choose our battles
I can’t be a jack of all trades
when I’m trying to master one ...
You know
I can’t complain about the fire
if I added a little bit of the fuel myself
I mean
How often do we stop to admire the flames
Like car crash
(Lookie Loos)
We slow down to see the damage
but we may cause another wreck just the same
Perhaps this is where I decide to become a little more…
What’s the word?
Reserved?
Selective?
You know
When we pick and choose our battles
I can’t be a jack of all trades
when I’m trying to master one ...
#religion
#freedom
#culture #morality
#culture #morality
666 reads
11 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 4:49am
9th Dec 2021 4:49am
My Repentence......
#lust
#sensual
#morality #passion
#morality #passion
592 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
6th Dec 2021 4:13am
6th Dec 2021 4:13am
cHASTE
A beautiful and chaste woman is the perfect workmanship of God, and the true glory of
angels, the rare miracle of earth, and the sole wonder of the world.”—Georg Hermes
elusive.
seclusive.
conclusively delusive.
herself she kept,
while suitors wept
for treasure so exclusive.
waste
haste,
to circumvent the mad chase.
many a mile
to catch her smile,
of fervour so effusive.
chased
cHASTE.
deflowered...
angels, the rare miracle of earth, and the sole wonder of the world.”—Georg Hermes
elusive.
seclusive.
conclusively delusive.
herself she kept,
while suitors wept
for treasure so exclusive.
waste
haste,
to circumvent the mad chase.
many a mile
to catch her smile,
of fervour so effusive.
chased
cHASTE.
deflowered...
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove #morality
#UnrequitedLove #morality
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MelancholicDreamer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2021 11:42am
5th Dec 2021 11:42am
Let us leave this world together
This world is black
This world is cold
Completely destroyed
Full of hate, greed and injustice
All that's left is hope
I need to leave it
Or my wings will soon fade
Come with me
Anyone who wants a change
Leaving all the madness behind
Let us fly into a world
Full of green and warmth
No destruction
Only love, solidarity and justice
No hope's needed
Cause everything is fine
Let us leave this world together
So that our wings will grow back
Leaving all the cruel egoists behind
This world is cold
Completely destroyed
Full of hate, greed and injustice
All that's left is hope
I need to leave it
Or my wings will soon fade
Come with me
Anyone who wants a change
Leaving all the madness behind
Let us fly into a world
Full of green and warmth
No destruction
Only love, solidarity and justice
No hope's needed
Cause everything is fine
Let us leave this world together
So that our wings will grow back
Leaving all the cruel egoists behind
#hope
#dreams
#frustration
#greed
#morality
435 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2021 9:23am
3rd Dec 2021 9:23am
discovery
Discovery
If you find a rusty nail you are halfway there
all you need is cabbage, carrots and a bit of meat
Soup is ready.
Genuinely made from a rusty nail.
This is also a way to write poetry look for an idea in the darkness
and not falling over tables and chairs,
This is an unfortunate mishap that occurs when writing
my eyes are old.
I have between my thumb and index finger a cork from a bottle of wine
from this humble start, I can conjure up a cool bottle of wine.
Jesus did it once when feeding the five thousand
when all he...
If you find a rusty nail you are halfway there
all you need is cabbage, carrots and a bit of meat
Soup is ready.
Genuinely made from a rusty nail.
This is also a way to write poetry look for an idea in the darkness
and not falling over tables and chairs,
This is an unfortunate mishap that occurs when writing
my eyes are old.
I have between my thumb and index finger a cork from a bottle of wine
from this humble start, I can conjure up a cool bottle of wine.
Jesus did it once when feeding the five thousand
when all he...
#politics
#morality
250 reads
0 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 10:36am
1st Dec 2021 10:36am
Redeem
How do I do it
ever hope to reclaim
what is left of my name
of my sullied honor
Spilt upon the floor
tarnished evermore
so diminished
by these sinful deeds
As each one concedes
those sins I have made
the path I have laid
out here before me
How does one cleanse
while one pretends
to be unstained
again be to christened
For I have listened
to all the whispers
around each corner
that never seem to ever redeem
ever hope to reclaim
what is left of my name
of my sullied honor
Spilt upon the floor
tarnished evermore
so diminished
by these sinful deeds
As each one concedes
those sins I have made
the path I have laid
out here before me
How does one cleanse
while one pretends
to be unstained
again be to christened
For I have listened
to all the whispers
around each corner
that never seem to ever redeem
#regret
#forgiveness
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#morality
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8 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 1:20am
1st Dec 2021 1:20am
Death Wish Kiss
Born from the rib of my brother
Didn't ask to be the starter sister
Looking over my shoulder
Lost eyes searching for my mother
Guess it wasn't meant to be
Long past time to be set free
So I headed toward the Knowledge Tree
The slithering snake was irrelevant
Didn't feel right being a servant
Needing to make my own mistakes
In the form of a shiny ruby red apple
Juicy and plump ready for the pluck
My sharp teeth wished me luck
As I took my first bite of rebellion
And...
Didn't ask to be the starter sister
Looking over my shoulder
Lost eyes searching for my mother
Guess it wasn't meant to be
Long past time to be set free
So I headed toward the Knowledge Tree
The slithering snake was irrelevant
Didn't feel right being a servant
Needing to make my own mistakes
In the form of a shiny ruby red apple
Juicy and plump ready for the pluck
My sharp teeth wished me luck
As I took my first bite of rebellion
And...
#women
#God
#morality
945 reads
32 Comments
ijuswannarite
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 3:14am
29th Nov 2021 3:14am
Serpent
Slithering
Crawling
Contorting
No longer controlling
Lingering
Taunting
Ghastly
Holy haunting
It’s time for you to die
You reek of defeat
Stinking under my feet
How does it feel to be living a lie
Thought you were important
Ha!
You’re a joke
And so weak
Trying to hide in illusion
Spilling confusion
Screaming doubt
Cause you know there’s no way out
You’re a prisoner of hell
Do you hear the chains calling you
What is snarling?
Your sharp toothed cage ready to eat you alive
Crawling
Contorting
No longer controlling
Lingering
Taunting
Ghastly
Holy haunting
It’s time for you to die
You reek of defeat
Stinking under my feet
How does it feel to be living a lie
Thought you were important
Ha!
You’re a joke
And so weak
Trying to hide in illusion
Spilling confusion
Screaming doubt
Cause you know there’s no way out
You’re a prisoner of hell
Do you hear the chains calling you
What is snarling?
Your sharp toothed cage ready to eat you alive
#death
#faith
#spiritual
#morality
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
400 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 6:22am
25th Nov 2021 6:22am
Thy Kingdom Come...
I’ve gotten multiple inquiries asking me in regard to why I write about Angels
If I close my eyes, I can picture the reminisce of Hell and Heaven, as if I was there among the three Kings journeying, awaiting to see a false illusion in a manger
Ancient times is so misunderstood,
Everyone claiming to be some Demigod or the encircled one in grandeur rites of the five rings of witchhood
Looking down from above inhaling the doctrine The Father-Earth, The Son-Hell, The Holy Ghost- Heaven
The Monks, The Preacher, the Theologist and its total disregard...
If I close my eyes, I can picture the reminisce of Hell and Heaven, as if I was there among the three Kings journeying, awaiting to see a false illusion in a manger
Ancient times is so misunderstood,
Everyone claiming to be some Demigod or the encircled one in grandeur rites of the five rings of witchhood
Looking down from above inhaling the doctrine The Father-Earth, The Son-Hell, The Holy Ghost- Heaven
The Monks, The Preacher, the Theologist and its total disregard...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#myself
#philosophical
#morality
676 reads
12 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 00:26am
25th Nov 2021 00:26am
I Have Ran With The Wind
I can now lay my weary soul to rest
Hear the thunder of my feet as my tears in remembrance, eyes have silently wept
I was one with the wind my trail of glory in every breath living my passion with a smile
My sweat, my thrive in every accumulating mile
I soared in freedom as my heart and mind to Mother Earth I once beautifully commend
My blood spillage unto gun fire, tears unto those left behind, whereas, my absence I can never blend into humanity again
At peace in the cradle of God’s plan, the will to choose thy path given to every man
I go now, justice for...
Hear the thunder of my feet as my tears in remembrance, eyes have silently wept
I was one with the wind my trail of glory in every breath living my passion with a smile
My sweat, my thrive in every accumulating mile
I soared in freedom as my heart and mind to Mother Earth I once beautifully commend
My blood spillage unto gun fire, tears unto those left behind, whereas, my absence I can never blend into humanity again
At peace in the cradle of God’s plan, the will to choose thy path given to every man
I go now, justice for...
#happiness
#morality
#passion
548 reads
14 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 10:39pm
21st Nov 2021 10:39pm
Souls Tossed Lightly Aside
The souls I tossed so lightly aside after hungers were satisfied
now dance on the forest floor against the upward pull of hot winds.
The fires of our shared sins rush in to erase our transgressions.
Those I should have loved more deeply now dance with the purifying flames.
There, the crackling sounds of flames!
My nostrils sting with the smoke of burning beauty turning to ash before me.
The weakened voices that once spoke clearly of desires now cry out for mercy,
but there is no forgiveness.
now dance on the forest floor against the upward pull of hot winds.
The fires of our shared sins rush in to erase our transgressions.
Those I should have loved more deeply now dance with the purifying flames.
There, the crackling sounds of flames!
My nostrils sting with the smoke of burning beauty turning to ash before me.
The weakened voices that once spoke clearly of desires now cry out for mercy,
but there is no forgiveness.
#love
#death
#morality
480 reads
1 Comment
BlackBoxPublicatio
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 4:49am
21st Nov 2021 4:49am
Climate Crisis
How did we get to climate crisis?
Were we the accomplices of policies that fueled greenhouse gasses?
In classes past they called it global warming.
Al Gore gave the warning but they said he was just too boring.
Global warming didn’t exist.
Major CEOs wanted profit so they saw fit to ignore the signs.
Now the working class has to has to pick up the dime that others cash in on.
Gone are the ones who made their millions on polluting the ocean.
My footprint is present, but it’s a drop in the bucket of guilty emissions.
Those who were in the position to...
Were we the accomplices of policies that fueled greenhouse gasses?
In classes past they called it global warming.
Al Gore gave the warning but they said he was just too boring.
Global warming didn’t exist.
Major CEOs wanted profit so they saw fit to ignore the signs.
Now the working class has to has to pick up the dime that others cash in on.
Gone are the ones who made their millions on polluting the ocean.
My footprint is present, but it’s a drop in the bucket of guilty emissions.
Those who were in the position to...
#identity
#CallToAction
#consumerism
#morality
#responsibility
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