Conscience Poems - Poems about Conscience

When the world turned darker by punishing the strange, we did nothing. When the world turned darker by punishing the weak, we did nothing. When the world turned darker by punishing the few, we did nothing. Now that the world has lost its light, I hear screaming. Did the world actually turn dark? Or did I close my eyes? I cannot tell......

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We all have miss what We didn't go, miss what We didn't have, And what we will be ... Consolation remains that we could have been and But we didn't have chance to be ... We suffer with What we have In today, with what We are now ... we even suffer by that we will have or we will be ... It's like understanding never ... when he...

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The Angst of Existence ...

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Rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange of shredded exuberance, bleeding colors bleached from collapsed cloud of twilight zone embroidered by sunset spectrum, profoundly permeate as ingrained blemish the lilac lattice of the broken heart, the sordid shades of blue paint the linen of love, f r a y e d.... Requiem...

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Cloaked with courage--- charity clashes against commitment as carnality ceaselessly craves for comfort while concern criticized for carefree collaboration caused by lack of circumspection cries out in confusion for clarity midst continual clamor toward consecration as chaotic chants of compassion confront my conscience only CHRIST* can completely conquer covering me with confidence!!! *Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. February 6, 2025 1st place, "A FEB 2025 POSTED POEM" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored...

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We’re all born with a conscience and wherever we go in life our conscience comes along. It’s that voice inside our head that lets us know If what we’re doing is right…or if it’s wrong. As we grow…if we listen closely to the voice we hear it’s not always the same voice that whispers in our ear. Sometime it’s our parents,...

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A name means nothing on the battlefield. ...

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WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE Are we without godly conscience... if I'm not mistaken, Another human life was tragically taken. There's no justice in murder, not even karma so cruel, For a death sentence decided, without a judge's rule. Yes, we've been oppressed A murderer became obsessed by the system's"Deny, Defend, and Depose," Let not our anger be displaced, our right...

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Best bitters; black bar beer, Brewed brown but ~ bottled blue. Drunk dirty; delays drag, During dark ~ dreadful days. Though taken through tough times, Thoughts turn to ~ tingling taste. Confusing consciousness, Clear conscience ~ clouded case. Still sip slow, sounds so sane, Same songs sung ~ safety strong. Brains behave beautifully Breeding bright ~ better behaviors....

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The rapids slow churning, struggling Cling to the sharp-edged stones Dart through cracks and crevices To no avail For water has no conscience Winter ice may give it hope Clinging to frosted stones Seal its tormentor beneath The grimace of an icy blanket Mute the moan of its raging fury Spring’s whispers taunt its deep silence Dance upon its awakening ice flow Entice still shivering buds to...

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When the question was asked in philosophy class, I just grappled with the meaning of "conscience". When I asked the girl next to me what it actually meant, she gave me the example: "When you for example see shoes in a shop and you want to buy them so bad but they cost way too much....

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I rested thought, letting it drift, willy nilly, like a dry leaf floating imponderous. Felt my heart. murmur its seance, tapping my conscience, to bleed true regrets. in mantras of taut touche touches....

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when guided by a selfless heart life aspirations are in part truth that motivates conquers worldly hates collections of a soul's fine art. ...

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Unbound from the righteous roots of the sanctified dormant soul, the anchorage of wayward mind is unsteady. In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires, the untamed instincts rush feral on the sordid trail. The unbridled mind turns into a predator, breaks away from the virtuosity of sanity, chases the longing on the thought track, made by the urge of...

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I have made mistakes, but have committed no crimes. My conscience is clear. But some former friends now hate; complete misunderstanding. It's unfortunate... How can I just make them see my motives were pure? Accusatory faces, and their cruel words, still haunt me. I do not ask for any forgiveness; there are no doubts in my mind. But I don't have much time left. So just let me live...

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