Virtues Poems

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

Slave Virtues

Slave Virtues short poem

Captured and chained in their own land Traded and enslaved by the hand of man Cargoes of human commodities Sold and put on ships sailing to worlds unknown Greeted by greed to their new homeland Gathered and herded to work

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Self-appraisal

Self appraisal short poem

Hark! There is no saint Without days of yore And there is no sinner Without a bright future. The best appraiser is the past If wish to unlearn bad conduct And is one of the best teachers If wish to

Poems containing references to : Virtues

The Quest

The Quest long poem

I stood on the red glimmering rim of horizon, groping my way in my quest for secret of life; I stumbled many a time in the dark region, and bruised myself in my quest for secret of life! The red

I Walk Alone On The Path Of Love

I Walk Alone On The Path Of Love short poem

I walk alone on the path of love, To inspire the hearts of dove The word which is broken is called peace, And now I find its only piece A piece which may bring back harmony, which was burned into

An Ode To Kalam

An Ode To Kalam long poem

Rameshwaram it is, Where the intellect was born, Brilliance personified, Treasure of knowledge, Curiosity is space, Efforts are the missiles, Pride of India, A true son of the soil, Far from riches, Humble He was, Values and virtues, Deep within,

Daddy – Yeoman Of My Life

Daddy   Yeoman Of My Life short poem

As I descended on this Earth, You were the first male face I knew after my birth. You nurtured me with your deep insights….. Though, I gave You troubled times and sleepless nights At times, when You straightened me, I

Euphoria

Euphoria short poem

An ordinary lass, Rolled on the grass! Suddenly she glanced, Upon the blue vast! She wished hard, To gauge it in a yard! But oh! her wishful thought, Brought her what she never ought! Luck besieged her, Life to her

Pearls of Wisdom

Pearls of Wisdom prose poem

Respect life, it is the only one you have Respect yourself, because YOU are God’s miracle Respect your parents; they may not be there for long Respect every human being, irrespective of their status in life You never know, whom

Human Paradox

Human Paradox short poem

Life, at times, is full of irony, People talk roses but their deeds reap weeds.. Oh yeah! On one hand they pretend to be mascot of peace, On the other hand they don’t hesitate to suffocate anyone else’s speech. On

Fragrance

Fragrance short poem

Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina long poem

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Life An Adjustment

Life An Adjustment long poem

It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why

Pride Of Being Me

Pride Of Being Me long poem

Here I am standing far away from myself , to touch the aroma of my own essence, feeling the words that will never become mine, I am still a star but with no more shine. Go on and never look

In Memory Of A Centurian

In Memory Of A Centurian long poem

The ever youthful never sober, always cheerful and smiling, a man of solid virtues and discipline bid adieu to this world of umpteen wonder after scoring a memorable century to the disappointment of thousands of his admirers Nelamangala Venkataraman Sharma

Kalam-has He Departed Part 2

Kalam has He Departed Part 2 long poem

Where he fixed the features of his mental image what he thought and what tells vividly his visage He planned a journey of progress for present to start When his country would cover that with spirit of heart In future

Set Of Compromises

Set Of Compromises short poem

I took birth without desire I paved my way from every fire What is life, a dream in dreams Naked fire like fiery beams Life is nothing but a set of roses Desperately opens and desperately closes Through all this

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday short poem

The trees grown before her house in morning forms Behind which clear sun with mild effulgence As if wishing my dear beloved HAPPY BIRTHDAY. The plants from which the same flowering trees encircling odours Had taken first roots on unknown

Ubiquitous

Ubiquitous short poem

Sought by lasting connections, Throughout many directions, An ideal still remains, To us virtues accompany our name. Well though suffering on, In physical motions beyond, Every iota of faith, Around the same time every day. There just past valleys of

Terminal Liver Cancer

Terminal Liver Cancer elegy

It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel

May I Know Me!

May I Know Me! short poem

I have faith in GOD, Though, I ask often “why and what: I cry on errors if I make, Though, I admit it only for sake: I have thoughts for world to change, Though, I’m limited with a range: I

Conglomeration Of Two Souls

Conglomeration Of Two Souls short poem

Oh My Love, though we are individually two our hearts have mingled to become one I have nothing more in my possession to surrender to you as you have snatched away both my body and soul making me a non

Our Beliefs

Our Beliefs prose poem

…are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infinitesemly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many

Meaningfulness Of Life

Meaningfulness Of Life prose poem

Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of

The Dead

The Dead long poem

We knew each other for decades We seldom liked each other We pretended to be nice to each other We knew we couldn’t stand each other His egoistic and selfish attitude disturbed me often I went for a short nap,

The Forbidden Love

The Forbidden Love short poem

Somewhere between hell and heaven I will be with you because being with you is too forbidden to be in heaven but too peacful to be in hell somewhere between truth and lies our relationship will have a name because

The Grave Digger

The Grave Digger elegy

O, ye grave digger what do you dig? Grave for a flower of heaven, who dropeth on earth With tears , smiles and gurgle Goeth unscathed , unhurt and untouched. O, ye grave digger what do you dig now? Sepulchre

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Heroic

Heroic short poem

Live life not with cowardice But live it heroically Heroism needs no trumpet Nor does it need a stunning physique Heroism is bejewelled In simplicity Heroism does not boast Heroism never condescends Heroism takes care Heroism does not mean being

The Dream

The Dream short poem

Amidst the night, in the world so quiet Slumbered mind to take its time; Tired and weary, losing my control Into the world of endless hope; The pain and agony of my endless past Did come back to haunt me

Decision. Conform. Disappear.

Decision. Conform. Disappear. short poem

When you have been for long hanging into a strange nothingness, you begin to feel your floating hinges creak. Decide, decide, decide. Because everyone knows what they want from their lives (it’s believed). But creaking hinges are good I say,

Who Lives In My Perfect Love

Who Lives In My Perfect Love ballad

Perhaps she lives In our dreams alone, She whose face is Illumined By the rays Of the sun, While the dansette plays Some romantic melody, O how I love The one Who lives in my perfect love. It’s so strange,

Don’t

Dont short poem

Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people

Somewhere Yonder Is… You…

Somewhere Yonder Is... You... ode

Summer storms, Winter calls and a road I hardly ever knew Summer storms, winter calls and a hope for a touch of truth I seek, I search, I fly, I run, I walk, I crawl, I drag myself all around

All That Has Been

All That Has Been short poem

Wake up look around, what do you see A door to a world that you have a key See the wonders of nature, wildlife and the land Through the tide, oceans and the serene sand Marvel at the birds, animals

I Live

I Live long poem

It was dark it was dread! It’s a place of death in death; Hole in hole of wholesome hole It was a place, full of dole- Penciled picture past damn hell: Seemed it vague, which eyes can’t tell But the

Purple Moon

Purple Moon short poem

Flowers that stay in bloom A clock turning in a silent room Walls make barriers cocoon Raging waters soul consume Fighting warrior killed so soon Physical entity mind atune Falling leaves autumn tomb grey sky smell sweet perfume purple dandilion

Mother And Child

Mother And Child prose poem

The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with

Our Little Fairy Queen

Our Little Fairy Queen short poem

She’s our little-fairy-queen For whom we did pine. A wail thro’ her lips Brings us flocking to her crib. To assuage that helpless gaze, On that sweet innocent face. A smile breaks her wail On a familiar face to hail.

The Silent Way.

The Silent Way. long poem

I am quiet.  I am the observer amisdst the chaos,  I am beneath the shallow water, Below the deep oceans,  Where solace and peace settle,  Making the place their home.  I am quiet.  I do not need any justification to

The day I lost you Mother

The day I lost you Mother short poem

The day I lost you mother The will to live I lost too Each moment I ask a million times Why did you have to go away so soon? In all that pain that you calmly suffered You never forgot

The Presence

The Presence short poem

The hawk was landing. Squinting at the urgent need of slaughter and hope – among the frightened hunger of truth, of running feet in the tall grass. A world apart in seeking the reality of dying for earthly love. I