Morals Poems

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

The Unsettling Dilemma

The Unsettling Dilemma short poem

One fine evening as we sat around, our spirits gay, She came towards us, palms bowl-shaped, eyes accustomed to implore, Though filled with anguish, yet determined, they seemed to say, “A tiny morsel, a little coin, nothing more!” Though the

I Am Gone ?

I Am Gone ? short poem

I am gone ? Life is a joke So let’s die in smoke suffocation Death laughs as I write I try to vent my frustration The life I once spoke Is a car crash of no organization I am gone

The Redundant

The Redundant short poem

In a temple without god, They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus, targeting a total annihilation, and liquidation of a beautiful saga. And then, layer by layer unspeakable pain was released. Nobody looked at my red eyes. Half dead, half

Poems containing references to : Morals

Let’s Fall In Love

Let’s Fall In Love short poem

Let’s fall in love Once again, This time, somehow Without the loss and The pain. Let’s meet up as strangers In some strange land, Perhaps as two lost, lonely travellers, and We could just stand On a cross-road Facing each

Story Of A Love Lost

Story Of A Love Lost long poem

You know that feeling you get when all has been said; all has been done when you know the good you’ll forget and the fights, the words can’t be undone When that first tentative kiss as tongues crept slowly to

In Contemplation

In Contemplation short poem

Cats are running around Besieging all the burrows in sniffing jestures, Blackened spirits in utter desperation Seeking quivering mouse on holes. Mouse that are born on conscience depth Brought up with faint knowledge To charm the graves of moral saints

Tender Fall

Tender Fall short poem

This bonded fear bids for power, Will I destroy myself in valley of puppets? War in dreams, of sins and morals of masked pretentions wears me off. Time rolls violently near the periphery, before it flies away. One chaste run

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil prose poem

After four female checks, came a sparkling young man The beginning of Sunday, Sep 09 saw the principal touch of a brilliant kid Shouting, rolling and crying the black man With grins and appreciation mother adores for the kid Daddy

Attention Crusaders

Attention Crusaders long poem

There’s a saying I know well, The road to hell, Is paved with good intentions, Pay attention crusaders, Freedom fighters, And bigot haters, When I was young, At heart and in mind, My kind of justice, Was just as true,

To Tame Me

To Tame Me short poem

They sent me to straighten my morals, I was a difficult little girl, And my parents were tired of me. “A devil’s child she is! A liar! A thief! Disgusting!” So, after many scoldings and bashful nights. They sent me

I Wonder

I Wonder long poem

I Wonder Who came up with the thought to own land, and then possessing even stones, water and sand? Nothing in this world will soon be cost free, price tag will even be set to the air we breathe. I

Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder short poem

Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul. Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control. What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new and a souls cost, a pretty penny

The Hyphenating

The Hyphenating short poem

Awareness becomes a burden, with opposite thoughts in conflict, Crawling like roaches on your skin. Sage or beast it was same. They run on the bricks in sun or drift at night on unwrapped voices. Every thread of a dialogue

The Forgotten Queen

The Forgotten Queen ballad

The crown he wore weighed him down, his uncertain tone wreathed As his face so stoic hid the storm that surged beneath Its not about my faith in you, for I know your morals are true I know you’re as

L’amant Interdite

L’amant Interdite long poem

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Respect

Respect long poem

Respect has no face, no color, no race, It should be given to everyone by everyone. Respect should not require one to divert from their own morals and values, It should not depend on your amount of income or the

Dare

Dare short poem

Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world

Take Me As I Am

Take Me As I Am short poem

You say I’m rebellious. That it’s just a phase. But please listen to me when I tell you, that’s not the case. Some say I’m despicable, that I’ve lost my morals, but I’m not the only one, that their words

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Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

Tears Of An Irish Clown.

Tears Of An Irish Clown. ballad

I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy short poem

She’s dressed in black with white high heels, A mini dress her leg reveals, She fakes some tears with mini skills, She hides her face and what she feels. She wants to say: ‘I am a saint, I can’t bear

World In The Brink

World In The Brink short poem

It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel

Teef on TV

Teef on TV short poem

Americans have the same teef on TV Or at least that’s how it seems to me They’ve all got even white shining incisors The sort that demands the need for visors Big flashy cars-Ferraris and rollers Open their doors to

Do You Trust The Numbers?

Do You Trust The Numbers? short poem

Poetic misfortune, justice, and timing, at times fall flat on their faces, The beautifully cruel climate of the world, at times, Stomps on the head of logic and then turns around, Only to error on the side of tenderness, Dust

Cutting Heads

Cutting Heads short poem

you’re glad you don’t remember that house in the country with dust falling from the ceiling the bare floorboards a soft-shoe stage a crime scene crossed by dozens of suspects naked and afraid where you’d once been warm now stripped

A Man Without A Soul

A Man Without A Soul short poem

A different day, Is about to start… Another day, To make it last… As the sun, Creeps over the horizon… I’ll find my way, Back to fun…! As the day will grow old, I’ll be moving on… Away from the

Dying Young

Dying Young short poem

He forded the river like you see folks do in movies: the current up to his ribs his arms raised up but his hands hanging. each stride he took swivelled his body entire his limp hands tore rents in the

Forgiven

Forgiven long poem

Can you hear me inside your mind crying out for comfort Can you hear me screaming, crying, beating my fists Can you hear me inside your mind desperate for a voice Can you hear me, Can you hear me !

Erfolgreich

Erfolgreich short poem

The successful man has talent. Talent, perhaps developed, perhaps discovered. And so he works, to become better. The successful man has money. Money to fund his talent. His talent, which will lead to his success. The successful man has friends.

Breaking News: “There Is Rainfall In My Mind.”

Breaking News: There Is Rainfall In My Mind. short poem

Breaking news: There is rainfall in my mind, bringing all memories of the past down to my feet! My paper boats had reached the far oceans, in my childhood, never to come back. They took away my childhood with them

Don’t Know

Dont Know short poem

You see me smiling You see me laughing To you I am carefree To you I have no worries. Sociophobia; you don’t know I fear the judgement of others I fear not fitting in I fear not being good enough.

Mother

Mother prose poem

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Life Is Not A Limited Bound

Life Is Not A Limited Bound short poem

Life is not a limited bound …. life lies under the ocean of tears, after the phase of fears . There is much beyound complaining , there is so much left to do beside just saying . Leaving behind the

Freedom Or Bondage

Freedom Or Bondage short poem

If I were freed Freed of the greed to live Freed of my loved one’s creed Freed of the tug at heart-strings Freed of the society of my breed Where would I fly? How high? Would it explode Forced out

Peace

Peace short poem

Be with me in this zone of pain. My poems was walking through me. The flute I broke, in the river of silence. Someone was whispering to me in sleep. Why this desire of awakening in darkness, when light was

Any Volunteers

Any Volunteers short poem

When every star is blanketed including heaven’s gate, who will paint the colours of sunrise on the lake. When hearing is of thunder with splitting huricanes, whe can sing of love of life. When speeches all run out of words

Johnny walker

Johnny walker short poem

Transient is the word am neither here nor there don’t feel this nor that neither cold nor warm. Traversing through the spectrum and yet not latching on, bygones are bygones learning to look forward. Nothing to look back at caught 

One Dance

One Dance short poem

They hold each others’ hands Walking down the lane Their hearts beating with praise Was it the season of rain? The water begins to pour In the silent night The boy appeals for a dance, in the starlight Hands held

Which Way Did She Go

Which Way Did She Go short poem

where have I gone to where did I go? has anyone seen me does anyone know? I was here for a while and then disappeared I knew it would happen it’s just as I feared when I don’t pay attention

To Live Life As We All See Fit.

To Live Life As We All See Fit. prose poem

Freedom an all important right in this country coming from faith and mercy hundreds of years ago Control is now becoming a standard way of life, being told what to say or how to live is not the way one