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
4th Jun 2020 9:47pm
4th Jun 2020 9:47pm
Bought This Little Lady a Drink
#lust
#sex
#murder
#evil
#morality
507 reads
7 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 1:40pm
4th Jun 2020 1:40pm
The Libertine Man
He was a well-educated man
Sent to the finest schools
But he missed any lessons there
That covered the Golden Rule
A libertine man he was said to be
Lost and unrestrained
Lived a life of debauchery
Little of his soul remained
I met him at a bar one night
He said, “Let’s get ourselves some ass.”
He made some calls and we were set
He said, "Got some ladies with class."
Three girls showed up, all lovely and young
Expensive but well worth the price
An orgy ensued he just watched from a chair
I...
Sent to the finest schools
But he missed any lessons there
That covered the Golden Rule
A libertine man he was said to be
Lost and unrestrained
Lived a life of debauchery
Little of his soul remained
I met him at a bar one night
He said, “Let’s get ourselves some ass.”
He made some calls and we were set
He said, "Got some ladies with class."
Three girls showed up, all lovely and young
Expensive but well worth the price
An orgy ensued he just watched from a chair
I...
#regret
#sex
#death #morality
#death #morality
468 reads
1 Comment
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 2:52am
4th Jun 2020 2:52am
Uncut the Mid 2020
When the clock stroke eleven fifty-nine
On December twenty nineteenth
Less then a minute for what
Would be the new norm,
Who would have thought,
That was the last “normal”
the world would ever witness.
Each passing of days,
Its more challenging to live
To breath,
The oxygen that freely was given
If humanity would practice more kindness
We would be two steps forward
Then centuries backwards,
The last couple of days,
Hesitant
and pondering on what seem
to be extraterrestrial,
Voices...
On December twenty nineteenth
Less then a minute for what
Would be the new norm,
Who would have thought,
That was the last “normal”
the world would ever witness.
Each passing of days,
Its more challenging to live
To breath,
The oxygen that freely was given
If humanity would practice more kindness
We would be two steps forward
Then centuries backwards,
The last couple of days,
Hesitant
and pondering on what seem
to be extraterrestrial,
Voices...
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
#greed
#culture
#morality
13 reads
6 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 11:14am
3rd Jun 2020 11:14am
Reserata Carcerem XI
when eerie emotions smother
passion, apt affairs affections punctured
urges oozing velocity
caught'n gaunt grasp of eroticism
when epacris erection wail
trailing obsession, taunted trail -
hideous hankering of pleasures
foiling features, feelings' fractures
whenever bruised brain births blitzkrieg
sassy sanity's smithereens in spree
dark drooling dribbling damp rhythm
that rustic rape prune melody
tame torn instinct, take a leave
be no slave to emotions, flee.
'20:06:03:10:01
Note: of...
passion, apt affairs affections punctured
urges oozing velocity
caught'n gaunt grasp of eroticism
when epacris erection wail
trailing obsession, taunted trail -
hideous hankering of pleasures
foiling features, feelings' fractures
whenever bruised brain births blitzkrieg
sassy sanity's smithereens in spree
dark drooling dribbling damp rhythm
that rustic rape prune melody
tame torn instinct, take a leave
be no slave to emotions, flee.
'20:06:03:10:01
Note: of...
#philosophical
#morality
273 reads
0 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 6:57pm
2nd Jun 2020 6:57pm
Reserata Carcerem X
when lured life smothers wills and wish
that felon features foster bliss
maring meagre mind, passion pricked
that depression tarred tent pitch
when jolting joy met'morphoses
draped'n borrowed gown, bruised boredom gives -
callous contractions of moanings
sundry oddities attending
make moaning instinct not a lease
to vying vices - sassy sprees
retain rustic rage, canvass thoughts :
worries are items trials bought
damp death ain't a coursed confider
when odds gnaw, make faith your teacher.
...
that felon features foster bliss
maring meagre mind, passion pricked
that depression tarred tent pitch
when jolting joy met'morphoses
draped'n borrowed gown, bruised boredom gives -
callous contractions of moanings
sundry oddities attending
make moaning instinct not a lease
to vying vices - sassy sprees
retain rustic rage, canvass thoughts :
worries are items trials bought
damp death ain't a coursed confider
when odds gnaw, make faith your teacher.
...
#philosophical
#morality
245 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 11:38am
2nd Jun 2020 11:38am
It Caused Quite a Stir - Tammy Limerick 2 & 3
It caused quite a stir in the town
She gave up her good girlie crown
We now meet at eight
She never is late
We build up a fire then bed down
The ending of this tale is sad
It cost us a lot to be bad
Forever together
Suspended from tethers
Our bodies hang dead and unclad
She gave up her good girlie crown
We now meet at eight
She never is late
We build up a fire then bed down
The ending of this tale is sad
It cost us a lot to be bad
Forever together
Suspended from tethers
Our bodies hang dead and unclad
#sex
#morality
#tradition
601 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 10:56am
2nd Jun 2020 10:56am
I Knew a Young Lady Named Tammy
#sex
#morality
436 reads
1 Comment
Enigma19
Atiemo
Atiemo
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 5:46pm
1st Jun 2020 5:46pm
White or black, we were all taught.
When you were in your mother's womb, did you know how you were going to look like? Did you know the resultant of your skin's colour? Obviously, your response will be, "no."
You were brought forth into this world with the right skin tone in relation to the atmospheric condition of your environment. No one chooses; you are given, and whether you detest it or not, it is yours till you die.
Every single day, a child is born into this world; the location, the culture, the way of life, and norms are what defines and triggers the style or behavioral patterns of the child. What...
You were brought forth into this world with the right skin tone in relation to the atmospheric condition of your environment. No one chooses; you are given, and whether you detest it or not, it is yours till you die.
Every single day, a child is born into this world; the location, the culture, the way of life, and norms are what defines and triggers the style or behavioral patterns of the child. What...
#peace
#prose
#memories
#racism
#morality
417 reads
3 Comments
Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 11:48am
1st Jun 2020 11:48am
Reserata Carcerem IX
it pays being a fostered fool
than to be to injustice cool
felon fight for fame's worth a take
but bruised blitzkrieg by act is made
if meagre mediocrity coaches you on love
that masticated mind prunes moan's gut
stir eerie emotions, purge pulpy affections:
better be lame than swig from cauldron
lanky love is like la-de-da hay
taunted thrills train, cremating cruising craves
tames fostered feelings, make mountains ooze
a valley of thoughts contrived to pool
to hate is better than to lust
margin melting...
than to be to injustice cool
felon fight for fame's worth a take
but bruised blitzkrieg by act is made
if meagre mediocrity coaches you on love
that masticated mind prunes moan's gut
stir eerie emotions, purge pulpy affections:
better be lame than swig from cauldron
lanky love is like la-de-da hay
taunted thrills train, cremating cruising craves
tames fostered feelings, make mountains ooze
a valley of thoughts contrived to pool
to hate is better than to lust
margin melting...
#philosophical
#morality
248 reads
0 Comments
Jonnybravo
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 6:11am
1st Jun 2020 6:11am
Calamity Jane
I swear everyday it’s a brand new Calamity
Coke and Daniels
Just a tease on the brain to ease your pain of insanity
And if I were to say Jane
You’re the first one that I’d blame
Yes you, for all those empty bottles of Jack and Samuels
The only things of value
When the house went up in flames
You’re such a fool Calamity
Lame your claim, I can’t get far enough away
A dangerous dame with lips made of profanity
There is no safe space
But in my heart I understand your drunken rage
Your lack of gravity
That false belief...
Coke and Daniels
Just a tease on the brain to ease your pain of insanity
And if I were to say Jane
You’re the first one that I’d blame
Yes you, for all those empty bottles of Jack and Samuels
The only things of value
When the house went up in flames
You’re such a fool Calamity
Lame your claim, I can’t get far enough away
A dangerous dame with lips made of profanity
There is no safe space
But in my heart I understand your drunken rage
Your lack of gravity
That false belief...
#love
#kindness
#hate
#revenge
#morality
447 reads
2 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
30th May 2020 9:14pm
30th May 2020 9:14pm
Taking Sides
The world isn’t always black and white,
But rather, a vibrant spectrum of colors.
It’s never so simple as wrong or right.
Have we forgotten about the others?
There are many shades of pigmentation,
Yet we cling to this false dichotomy,
Creating a fallacious pig-men-nation
Like a figurative lobotomy.
The driving force of this division?
A great state of prejudice and hate...
So, we perpetuate a precise incision,
A decision I’ll never advocate.
Somewhere between the lips of silence...
And bloody...
But rather, a vibrant spectrum of colors.
It’s never so simple as wrong or right.
Have we forgotten about the others?
There are many shades of pigmentation,
Yet we cling to this false dichotomy,
Creating a fallacious pig-men-nation
Like a figurative lobotomy.
The driving force of this division?
A great state of prejudice and hate...
So, we perpetuate a precise incision,
A decision I’ll never advocate.
Somewhere between the lips of silence...
And bloody...
#politics
#racism
#misunderstood
#philosophical
#morality
791 reads
27 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th May 2020 3:53pm
29th May 2020 3:53pm
Blood Quantum
Despite my percentage
I'm classified White—
been so all my life
because I'm privileged
in a country where modern history
favors ivory pastels
of a monarchy
over the red-skinned origins
of its own country
I survived desegregation
in deep south Mississippi—
brutal fights
bathroom tiles splattered
with skin
—shards of teeth ...
I'm classified White—
been so all my life
because I'm privileged
in a country where modern history
favors ivory pastels
of a monarchy
over the red-skinned origins
of its own country
I survived desegregation
in deep south Mississippi—
brutal fights
bathroom tiles splattered
with skin
—shards of teeth ...
#humankind
#racism
#HumanRights
#inequality
#morality
1403 reads
46 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Morality
