Best Virtue Poems
Be careful when going up a ladder
Be kind to those you meet
Remember,going down that ladder
the same people you will greet
Written: October 28, 2023
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Among the living is where perfection is found.
Stoicism is a path of life that acts as dull ground.
The advice is to focus on the bright side of life.
Dispel the negativity, and let vanish all strife.
Inciting people to enhance their morality
To foster resilience in the face of adversity.
Strengthening your resolve and impediment
Beat iconoclastic wits for a fine pediment.
Grasp of the overarching rationality
Sustaining integrity even amid adversity
The Stoic Path is a philosophy of such depth.
With wisdom and tranquility in your breadth
Life taught us to persist in the face of hardship.
To sustain balance while still preserving worship.
Maintain calmness under challenging conditions.
Surmount your inhibitions and avoid suspicion.
And to welcome fulfillment with dignity.
Handle highs and lows with stoic sympathy.
Stoicism, truly, provides solace and calm.
A way of living that allows us to fully qualm.
How? By concentrating on our inner proclivity.
And shedding our bonds is an act of loyalty.
We are liberated from the bonds of conflict.
And accept a promising, significant life profit.
The Stoic Way is a philosophy with lofty stature.
steers our deeds into an improved, sound future.
Integrity and prudence in the face of misfortune
To mold ourselves and have a vital life and fortune.
The glass chatters, clanks, and shatters
As it hits the ground
But makes no sound
The only thing heard is the
Screams of pain
As I get hit into the glass
Blood everywhere
Pain unbearable
The ripping of flesh
Cracking of bones
Screams of pain
Yet no one hears the screams
No one to save me
From this nightmare
From that thing
Evil and putrid
Bragging of his virtue
But he’s hurting me
Ripping my skin
Breaking my bones
No one can hear my screams of pain
Why can’t they hear me?
Does virtue truly block others from seeing the torment before them?
Does it make its followers so blind they cant see the bruises?
Does it make its followers so deaf they can’t hear me begging for mercy?
With the morning begins my day;
Different roles I'm ready to play.
Again and again I am perturbed ,
But nature and emotions are undisturbed.
Silently, without a word, all needs I suffice;
Day to night, unsaid unconditional sacrifice.
What do I gain from all these duties?
Deteriorating my health and my fugacious beauty?
Still, I don't pretend, I take my job seriously;
As a homemaker and a mother, working audaciously.
If I don't follow my virtue as my duty,
Who else do you think will prove their loyalty?
(Rhyme Scheme- aa bb cc dd ee ff)
21/04/2016
P.S. This poem is inspired by my mother who is a diligent homemaker and the best mother on earth.
Rebirth glides -
a bee balm ballerina
with dainty airs
sails soft upon enchanted wisps
of Spirit’s blown kiss..
wandering a nectar network
weaving amid shaggy blooms gilt-tilled..
a dancer in gold dust
her slipper feet
of light and peace
bring blessings of fruition
to wild-garden's frilly lavender fillies
Tact Is a Virtue
I Don’t Possess
Written: by Tom Wright
3/9/2018
Being tactful isn’t a trait you’ll often see me use,
I’m just a man who always speaks his mind.
Some consider my lack to border mental abuse,
And at times, others may think, I’m being unkind.
I say things to avoid any misunderstanding,
Perhaps at times I come across as being brash.
Though voice may rise it won’t be demanding,
And I’ve stored many “comebacks” in my cache.
If it makes you feel better just pick me apart,
For my having a backbone or my being bold;
For the things I’ve said originated in my heart,
When God finished me He obsoleted that mold.
We supplicate her when we mourn
She is the rose and we the thorn
to those who sorrowfully grieve
alone, bewildered and forlorn
She offers sinners a reprieve
and comforts sad hearts that aggrieve
Lifts us up when we're feeling down
In her we must deeply believe
She can remove a worried frown
Rescue us when we start to drown
Grant us the courage to endure
A saving grace without a crown
Humbly, do we pray to ensure
our faith is virtuous and pure
This Christian virtue we should seek
For hope we pray. God, we adjure
He blesses the modest and meek
who are weary, fragile and weak
But with hope as a dividend
our lives will no longer look bleak
On our Lord's love we can depend
Hope He provides as a godsend
to ease fears and anxieties
God is our Father and our Friend
Tolerance by itself not a virtue,
Nor is acceptance,
As they generally come with poor eyesight,
No insight,
Are hard of hearing,
And tend to be motivated by fear.
The good news is that,
We still have patience and understanding,
To turn to.
There are abilities that we can call on too,
That can help us understand,
How to truly help,
How to truly Love,
How to work towards a peace,
That will last,
One that is not based on fear,
One that any heart that is open can find.
ascent of virtue
its ardor lasts a lifetime
source-pulse-point perfume
sweet honesty seduction
sensation of married flesh
Mint in the eyes, metal in mood
buckled in sunshine, burning in brood
You represent all in life that is good
I long to be in your presence.
Sipping your whispers, earful and shine
standing like I still believe you are mine
Sappy and spindly in limbs while I pine
I miss your touch with a vengeance.
Wind in my mouth, catching my breath
pulling me forward until I accept
we are a mist from our birth to our death
We are the virtue in essence.
I
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Bravely facing adversity, bitter impudence,
Betraying the lie when punishment comes
Displaying the will to rise above your peers
And face losing cherished family and friends.
II
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
In battle, among the most valiant of men,
Looking death in the eye without flinching
Sometimes losing your life or your limb
Modestly receiving rewards and accolades.
III
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Standing for what is right and good
When all about you have folded in defeat
To have the courage of your convictions
To stand tall and be a spokesman for truth.
written June 25, 2021
Comes the inevitable moment to decide at last
Whether to stay or go; whether to love or hate
Whether to stand aside or bravely engage issues
To defy the odds and stand proud before the mast
To be late or early, to depend on timorous fate
Heart ripped asunder over questionable virtues.
Yea, lest anyone think fence-sitting is admirable
Or ignoring the necessities of every day’s wishes
The day arrives when we all must compensate
Stop the handwringing and become comfortable
By manning up to what life dishes.
written the week of June 20, 2021
Will you now walk with me to Paradise?
So we may capture fate along the way
And come to know our heart's sacrifice
As love has more worth than the length of day
If you find love is an easy virtue
A garden filled with sensual perfume
Will our fingers entwine as love will do,
when dim flames rise and cause a kiss to bloom?
Will we now ask our hearts to guide us through?
And welcome sounds from love's surrendered bliss
To beckon dreams and sighs the souls consume
In glows of solemn pause from lips we kiss
If in this realms shade love and light was found
Then love must be a passion so profound...
6/25/18
Virtue Is More Than Mansion And Great Wealth
If ones honor and word is not intact
What the hell ever else truly remains
Whenever ones word is considered fact
There exists no deep doubts no wicked stains.
Virtue is more than mansion and great wealth
It is the light, the truth, the commandment
So goes the truth, medicine for one health
When rights are guaranteed by government
Hold love and mercy to be way of life
Family a treasure its meant to be
Far, far more happiness instead of strife
Our nation a shining beacon from seas to sea
What does real freedom really, truly mean.
Is it far more than a mirrorlike sheen.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2023
Sonnet
What is a promise
in proximity to life prime,
can a vow vanquish the purity
of love Present,
how will the Future figure fire
stronger than inspiration now,
shall the Past procreate original heat
from the ghost of a kiss,
to be alive with you here,
is to be forever with you...
Tears of onyx drip,
slip and splash
onto ivory fine hush,
a heart speaks with skips...
You sing your asking
like a song questing,
washing away the wastings
of What's and Why's
with a winter's water
of clear wise waking,
so you give Life what It needs most,
your absolute abandon
of apprehensive submission,
you are no longer timid
in the thunder of truth,
you are now the reason
for the Question's sweat,
and you are also the sanguine mercy
of the Answer as to why
we must first be lost
before we can lead,
for faith is only real
in the unknown...
There is a quest in every question
that comes from the heart,
which delivers us to an edge of soul
where love and truth speak to each other
like light dancing through the crimson diamond
of a dream breathing boldly
in our only heartbeat...
Let's run smart
into the checkered smile
of a riddle that has no answer
beyond the love of our treasured play,
we run as sparks
into the midnight of pure poetry...
Love once told the Heart,
I am your bloom into life divine,
Heart replied redly,
and I am the instrument
of your innocence become invincible...
In the penumbra of a noir love
that stalks opportunity from the ache
of an appetite that burns in the dark,
we realize that the speed of light
and the speed of darkness breathe together,
that there is a depth and breadth
to the magic of our poetry's prism
where we play with the spectrum
of heartbeat anthems that celebrate
the chase and touch of destiny...
You were found upon an alter
of soft blue ice,
smooth as breathing alabaster
of young rose hue,
your eyes open to love with no regret,
veins of still, pale violet lightning
in suspense through your undead skin,
Desire alive in you warmly,
rising into wakeful devotion...
J.A.B.