Morality Poems

Morality poems bring the best collection of short and long morality poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great morality rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these morality poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on morality are here for you.

The Traveller.

The Traveller. ode

Love, it’s not the first time that our eyes have met, Yet you show me nothing more than your yoga stretch, Hello swell who knows just as well that this ain’t no competition, Still you leave me forever baffled by

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There is an angel….

There is an angel.... short poem

There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out

Hanky Panky

Hanky Panky short poem

It was a crowded place, the city I belonged, Cramped houses strangulated space and brushed shoulders Openly eavesdropped into the matters of others, Keen eyes followed all activities, all along. One such event was the shameful audacity, Of being influenced

Free Flight

Free Flight prose poem

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that

Downpour

Downpour short poem

Your lips were me. I wanted a kiss which never came. Insertion of a word, was committed my wings took a flight for anonymity. To keep suffering alive truth was accepting the hurts. I was not speaking for myself. Who

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

A Slaughter House

A Slaughter House short poem

This poem is dedicated to the twenty one Egyptian martyrs who were kidnapped by the (ISIS) in Libya and slaughtered in cold blood. Their mothers were waiting , their families were crying their souls were sighing they were worried about

Another Name

Another Name short poem

When postponed, death had no meaning. It was lying in ambush. Journey was imperfect without a termination. Behind the dust was another desire. Another thumb on the trigger starts shooting through the bubble of moon. Every bone springs to jump

The Same Kind

The Same Kind short poem

Pseudoscrubbing was going on the scripted drama, words apart. The tears were denied to him and the moon slowly made peace on the white marble of a cult, and the river had scored a victory. He was very upset by

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

Beauty In Decay

Beauty In Decay long poem

Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security

Words Of Hatred

Words Of Hatred short poem

Crush the piece of paper That is scribbled with words Of hatred in all the world! And write a letter To the author of our story Asking forgiveness for our ignorance In the matters of his judgment. Ask him, if

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone ode

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Echoes

Echoes short poem

It was burning again like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. You start climbing down deeper in fear holding tight your identity. The anguish of ruined home under the shadows of bribed hands, runs on the bodies of pilgrims

Interlocked

Interlocked short poem

Between the tremors falls the face in a glass of water. Sometimes false teeth reverberate through the pages of history; devastation sinks in. A faun rubs the landscape. Hatchlings come out when death-music stops. A miracle tends to quieten the

Anchored Briefly

Anchored Briefly short poem

While melting-down he was going to cheat the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. In search of me, you and self, life was coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge he wanted to go back to beginning of

What Comparison?

What Comparison? short poem

The displaced years cling to your body like an extended death. I wanted to see what could not be seen by clutching. the lifeless doubts. Emotions play: potentials are threatened. Remaining alert becomes a punishment. I grieve for the dementia,

God Of Blessings

God Of Blessings short poem

Moon-scented I walk in dark to put me back in place, unwithered, opening the inner casket for a glow. Pleading not guilty after killings in bed, of affectionate kill of lies, a black widow romps around with a flag of

Fire

Fire long poem

Glistening sacred fire brightens every life casting off ignorance renews pure white minds in unison to design eternal Calm to pacify the heart rending misery crumbling innocence. Fire of wisdom baffles the literates to fathom the depth of intelligence That

For A Denial

For A Denial short poem

It rained all night. Heaving up the dawn immaculately, at my window the lake crashed on white sands. A lone tree smelt of mist and grief. A fury had submerged a road leading to a forgotten childhood. Knives and pins

I V/s We

I V/s We short poem

Cannot decode the signature of fear beneath the huge eyes, serene and calm, darting right and left, like a stricken animal at frenzy. Drift we must; will seldom cross the path. Agony of existence, flying thighs, erect humps, sliding on

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Compared To You

Compared To You short poem

Compliments are strangely empty The words mean nothing When the scars forever remain One glance at me, he bluntly uttered, I hope to own more beautiful than you My first love You devalued my existence To this day I look

The Brutal Life

The Brutal Life short poem

The unspoken words had the unborn quality. That homeliness sitting around the fire pits writhed in predatory hopelessness. Insensitive to flesh we were shooting the ducks in midair. Rapture for the dirt, deceit does not need a consonant, the intensity

An Old School Poem

An Old School Poem short poem

The black slate, The white chalk, The lustre of a steel tiffin box. The drenched eye that read its first romantic novel, The inexpressible pain of your first heartbreak, The solace in a best friend’s hug, The fancy collection of

Sorry

Sorry short poem

I have always thought Of my way of love, Why she left me Thought of my past, Decisions I took End up in Heart break and sorrow. Saw you When you left, With no love I thought, Thought that You

Does It Mean ???

Does It Mean ??? short poem

I Usually Keep Quite , I Always Avoid Fight . Does IT Mean That I AM Weak ??? I Usually express MY Feelings IN Words , I AM Always Lost IN Some Other World . Does IT Mean That I

I Will As You Will

I Will As You Will prose poem

When I look at you, I see a combination everlasting. A multitude of options moving ahead pushing forward. It’s no doubt that this life was meant for you and I to meet, if it was not, I’m confused to how

Courting Fidelity

Courting Fidelity short poem

It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.

Love

Love short poem

Frees me Binds me Eludes me Finds me Makes me glad Makes me mad Makes me good Makes me bad Entices me Enraptures me Enthrals me Captures me Makes me fly Makes me sigh Makes me laugh Makes me cry

Outside The Box

Outside The Box short poem

What is truth? We live our lives being told what is true. Truths in science fall by the wayside when new “truths” are discovered. But, how true are they? Religions will tell you their truths. Problem is few agree. So

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme sonnet poems

I’m practicing to write alternate rhyme, Heroic quatrains is the other name; I like the way the simple verses chime, And faintly echo like a song’s refrain. I took the air, rather hale and hearty, I thought I’d have a

Helmeted Version

Helmeted Version short poem

Will the shouts work on blood seeds in climate of conflicts? Winter was shrinking. Give me a hand. I am going to invite clouds softly. Let the drumming start. War has broken out on many fronts for a god, for

Let Me

Let Me short poem

I know your pain, I know your anguish, I know your agony, If you just let me, I’ll ease your burden! I know you hurt, I know you’ve been forgotten, I know you’ve been unloved, If you just open your

Announcement

Announcement short poem

“State the fact,” he tells the board; “announce mid- morning without warning; too late then to retaliate; say, ‘times change – so on your way; redundancy accompanies age.’” Walks easy through his fortress-grounds of trip- alarms and snarling hounds. Youthful

Cannot Hold

Cannot Hold short poem

Got struck on the spiky gate a half-eaten deer shattering the panther. Daggers were drawn. Terrier was in the glass house. Canine discretion to draw the blood between friends. A crisp murder of a terrorist. spotted face of the relentless

Waterfall

Waterfall short poem

Standing beneath the waterfall Feelings of childhood joy Free as a bird, a soldier awol Splashing and shouting, a real McCoy As cool water in endless cascades Threw itself over humans and boulders Froth and spray on rocks over decades

Stronger

Stronger short poem

Hear the music beatin’ Stronger Feel the brandy kickin’ in Stronger See me gettin’ hotter and a growin’ Stronger Well and as the candles burn brighter the dream comes to light once more faces crystallize but I really don’t know

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Fireflies in a Jar

Fireflies in a Jar short poem

With fireflies in a jar, I treaded along the path, Strewn with silver streaked flowers, Under the starlit sky. The moon hid its face , Behind the cloudy sheers, And beckoned to the trees, To sing a soothing lullaby. A