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.
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 11:48am
20th Nov 2021 11:48am
Leave Nothing Undone
#love
#death
#LifeCycle #morality
#LifeCycle #morality
686 reads
5 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 3:39am
19th Nov 2021 3:39am
CROSSING PATHS 3
Pick up nails
On the road
When you see them
On the road
When you see them
#kindness
#morality
487 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 7:45pm
18th Nov 2021 7:45pm
fallen, is fallen, babylon
funeral song of the serpent
“And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen,
that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine
of the wrath of her fornication.”—Revelation 14:8 (KJV)
once comely as a thousand morns,
he sat next to the Master's Feet
till in his heart was found deceit:
Michael would wear a Crown of Thorns.
when eve, astray from adam's side,
heeded the serpent's cunning voice,
the earth reeled from her bitter choice;
naked to truth, sin could not hide.
...
“And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen,
that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine
of the wrath of her fornication.”—Revelation 14:8 (KJV)
once comely as a thousand morns,
he sat next to the Master's Feet
till in his heart was found deceit:
Michael would wear a Crown of Thorns.
when eve, astray from adam's side,
heeded the serpent's cunning voice,
the earth reeled from her bitter choice;
naked to truth, sin could not hide.
...
#evil
#devil
#redemption #morality
#redemption #morality
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 3:28pm
18th Nov 2021 3:28pm
paretenthood
Parenthood
My father hung in the belfry
so many called him father, but the old woman in the house where I lived
said he was my father.
When I met Mother superior, her eyes softened for a moment.
The hanging was an accident.
At his funereal, the bishop attended to stop rumours of suicide.
The old woman and I watched the proceeding at a far distance.
I did see the face of the prioress in the window
unblinkingly stern, but in the afternoon glow,
she had tears in the corner of her eyes.
The old woman cackled and said, she gave you to...
My father hung in the belfry
so many called him father, but the old woman in the house where I lived
said he was my father.
When I met Mother superior, her eyes softened for a moment.
The hanging was an accident.
At his funereal, the bishop attended to stop rumours of suicide.
The old woman and I watched the proceeding at a far distance.
I did see the face of the prioress in the window
unblinkingly stern, but in the afternoon glow,
she had tears in the corner of her eyes.
The old woman cackled and said, she gave you to...
#politics
#music
#morality #masculinity
#morality #masculinity
334 reads
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Spanker
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 2:51am
16th Nov 2021 2:51am
Anglican Pagan
Warning
Multiple triggers possible
Please cover your ears & or leave
I apologize:
For being happy
A sin in the Woke religion
Where misery, suffering & victim-hood are mandated
Yes I’m a heretic
And guilty of thought crime
Sorry Big Brother, sorry Big Sister
Sorry Cancel Culture, sorry Black Lives Matter
Sorry LGBTQI Plus-Plus-Kiss-Kiss-Bang-Bang
Sorry Twitter trolls, sorry ANTIFA
Sorry Anti-vaccine communities, sorry Eco-warriors
Confession:
I’m Anglican Pagan
Confession:
I’m a...
Multiple triggers possible
Please cover your ears & or leave
I apologize:
For being happy
A sin in the Woke religion
Where misery, suffering & victim-hood are mandated
Yes I’m a heretic
And guilty of thought crime
Sorry Big Brother, sorry Big Sister
Sorry Cancel Culture, sorry Black Lives Matter
Sorry LGBTQI Plus-Plus-Kiss-Kiss-Bang-Bang
Sorry Twitter trolls, sorry ANTIFA
Sorry Anti-vaccine communities, sorry Eco-warriors
Confession:
I’m Anglican Pagan
Confession:
I’m a...
#love
#religion
#culture #morality
#culture #morality
391 reads
2 Comments
BlackBoxPublicatio
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 10:50pm
14th Nov 2021 10:50pm
New World Philosophy
The world as we knew it has become destabilized;
The single-polar world of the 90's and it's values have been compromised;
Clashes between totalitarian regimes and democracy are highly globalized;
Economies have been immobilized by international villains of enterprise.
Inquiring eyes look to the skies, but are blocked out by coal emissions;
Material possessions obstruct compromising on capitalist inhibitions;
CO2 transmissions put man in position to gain for profit acquisitions;
The environment destabilizes so life becomes nomadic deposition.
...
The single-polar world of the 90's and it's values have been compromised;
Clashes between totalitarian regimes and democracy are highly globalized;
Economies have been immobilized by international villains of enterprise.
Inquiring eyes look to the skies, but are blocked out by coal emissions;
Material possessions obstruct compromising on capitalist inhibitions;
CO2 transmissions put man in position to gain for profit acquisitions;
The environment destabilizes so life becomes nomadic deposition.
...
#astrology
#fate
#philosophical
#morality
#karma
373 reads
1 Comment
WilliamEdwardNight
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 1:41pm
12th Nov 2021 1:41pm
HIV
Hiv hurts
Zip code
Some things we never forget
Risky poetry
I cried the first time
Pill addiction is like unavoidable prose
Once a day I thank God
Relaxing paranioa
No Fear
Zip code
Some things we never forget
Risky poetry
I cried the first time
Pill addiction is like unavoidable prose
Once a day I thank God
Relaxing paranioa
No Fear
#illness
#morality
#responsibility #risk
#responsibility #risk
583 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 00:17am
12th Nov 2021 00:17am
in perpetuity
“If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with
ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and
death unloads thee.”—William Shakespeare
to know the right and yet do wrong
differs the weak man from the strong.
cleaving the dark and slighting light
homages error over right.
loathing to love and loving hate
martyrs the stranger at your gate.
pursuits of plunder and of war
fashions of peace a deadly scar.
injustice rules where virtue begs;
rich men piss wine, poor men drink dregs.
the...
ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and
death unloads thee.”—William Shakespeare
to know the right and yet do wrong
differs the weak man from the strong.
cleaving the dark and slighting light
homages error over right.
loathing to love and loving hate
martyrs the stranger at your gate.
pursuits of plunder and of war
fashions of peace a deadly scar.
injustice rules where virtue begs;
rich men piss wine, poor men drink dregs.
the...
#corruption
#identity
#inequality #morality
#inequality #morality
466 reads
2 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
9th Nov 2021 5:42pm
9th Nov 2021 5:42pm
Of knowledge and excuses
Oh, dawn of my life!
How sweet your fluid lips ~
underneath the sea, he dives,
a seeker of decaying ships.
To me, depths frighten my sorrows,
they art a domain so dense,
Neptune whirpools swallows
but the volume remains immense.
Afeard art the cats of water;
they hiss, the fur doest bristle,
the winter wind tears scatters,
frosty snowflakes, whistl'd.
But children art smileless,
they art burden'd in solitude,
f'r the mature art heartless
and their...
How sweet your fluid lips ~
underneath the sea, he dives,
a seeker of decaying ships.
To me, depths frighten my sorrows,
they art a domain so dense,
Neptune whirpools swallows
but the volume remains immense.
Afeard art the cats of water;
they hiss, the fur doest bristle,
the winter wind tears scatters,
frosty snowflakes, whistl'd.
But children art smileless,
they art burden'd in solitude,
f'r the mature art heartless
and their...
#universe
#fate
#philosophical
#morality
#karma
496 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 3:45am
7th Nov 2021 3:45am
seedtime & harvest
What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall
reap in the harvest of action.”—Mesiter Eckhart
my weed seeds
drink the rain
and eat the fertile soil,
thus lavishing their appetite
till pregnant with weed grain.
too soon they
yield their crops,
fruiting the vast terrain.
from former rain and latter rain
their bumper harvest drops.
my word seeds
bless or curse
the ears on which they fall;
their yield may heal the aching heart
or render victims worse.
my deed seeds...
reap in the harvest of action.”—Mesiter Eckhart
my weed seeds
drink the rain
and eat the fertile soil,
thus lavishing their appetite
till pregnant with weed grain.
too soon they
yield their crops,
fruiting the vast terrain.
from former rain and latter rain
their bumper harvest drops.
my word seeds
bless or curse
the ears on which they fall;
their yield may heal the aching heart
or render victims worse.
my deed seeds...
#redemption
#morality
387 reads
0 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2021 2:03pm
2nd Nov 2021 2:03pm
ANATHEMA
your silence
confirmed
my wickedness --
my light
shone cold and black
as sin
and how i begged
and wished
and wanted
and how you never heard
a word i said --
just turned
your kindly head
and looked to save
more worthy souls
and how long
i knelt there
wanting
and how hard
i tried to conjure
the mighty god of love
that he might
slay my demons
and send me
on my way,
blessed
and emanating the bright warm
joy of salvation
and how quiet
that...
confirmed
my wickedness --
my light
shone cold and black
as sin
and how i begged
and wished
and wanted
and how you never heard
a word i said --
just turned
your kindly head
and looked to save
more worthy souls
and how long
i knelt there
wanting
and how hard
i tried to conjure
the mighty god of love
that he might
slay my demons
and send me
on my way,
blessed
and emanating the bright warm
joy of salvation
and how quiet
that...
#religion
#God
#morality
606 reads
8 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
1st Nov 2021 5:16pm
1st Nov 2021 5:16pm
Dignity
Salt in the wounds.
Dig it in.
Dignity -
is a fool's solace.
Doing the right thing
for the
wrong reasons
is not enough to go on
in the end.
Retracing the path leads
to a moment
where you know
you shouldn't have
pushed
the issue.
Stop trying
to incite
blind violence
whenever it feels
most
comfortable.
Dig it in,
dignity is
a fools
game,
when its brass tacks
on the table,
don't put your elbows
down
when you eat.
Don't...
Dig it in.
Dignity -
is a fool's solace.
Doing the right thing
for the
wrong reasons
is not enough to go on
in the end.
Retracing the path leads
to a moment
where you know
you shouldn't have
pushed
the issue.
Stop trying
to incite
blind violence
whenever it feels
most
comfortable.
Dig it in,
dignity is
a fools
game,
when its brass tacks
on the table,
don't put your elbows
down
when you eat.
Don't...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#morality
350 reads
2 Comments
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