#conscience poems on Hello Poetry

Amanda Elizabeth Jul 2015

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i crave a piece of every
being in this made up universe
to search for one common mind
i could plant a sky in their brains
or even paint a picture for them to agree with
and pick apart their sanity embedded in their skull

am i feeling sense of self?
and am i able to agree with yours?
when my intellect leaves my body
and all that enters is my head are voices
talking, whispering to a
filthy conscience
"I know i am not meant to
exist forever but i am
willing to stay alive to question it"

7/10/15 i am so ****** up

#confused #thinking #conscience #universe #smoke #kids #high #dont #af

Graff1980 Jun 2015

Fading Voice Of Humanity

I have spent decades waiting for you to remember
Past the bombs and bullets
Past the warfare made easier
By the fast talking politicians
The Patrician and prodigal preachers

On to me
Screaming in the back of your head
Pleading
But you continue marching on into the dark
Breaking my ever human heart
My voice fading still praying and saying
I love you, please stop it

Until I am gone and the madness goes on
No more conscious cause you killed it
Forgot how to feel it and your humanity is dead

#humanity #conscience

Mystifying Chaos Jun 2015

Trapped Soul

She has a baggage full of secrets,
Secrets, that she has held onto so tight.
She has her demons,
Demons, against whom she can never put up a fight.

These demons have made her a sinner,
A sinner, with a trapped soul.
Her conscience seeks to find redemption at every door.

But no redemption is delivered without a certain price..(whisper the demons inside her mind)

Her soul screams in agony,
Her heart wrenches in pain,
But those demons keep cursing her
Till she goes insane.

#demons #soul #conscience #trapped #redemption #insane #sinner #futile #attempts

Haley Elizabeth Jun 2015

Lost Soul

A jumbled mess
An abyss of nothingness
Often angry at happiness
That had come and quickly passed
The empty notebook on my desk
As empty as my conscience
Unconscious
But I'm cautious
Of the beauty I've lost
But dearly missed

#love #poem #broken #sad #depression #life #lost #beauty #soul #conscience

Thomas EG May 2015

Inferior

I am inferior... Semilunar, even. It's on nights like these that I can taste the stars. They shine almost as brightly as your eyes.

Your eyes continue to amuse me, to consume me... I suffocate, deprived of key elements of freedom.

A conscience says a lot about a person. Your conscience is as pure as gold. Why don't you bite down on me? See if I am authentic. I promise you that I am worthy. We are worthy.

The sky's teasing crescent is enough to push you to let go. You are so in love with the idea of a world beyond Earth. I can see a whole solar system in your eyes' smile.

You admit that this is a new kind of journey for you. It's a journey all the way through my mind. I'm aware that things are still a bit behind.

I guess now we are looking for more than just a shallow dip. We want deep water. We want the opportunity to drown.

You know, the only way to truly satisfy me would be to reveal your methods of survival... My favourite scent rolls off the tight knot that is your tongue. Cherries.

You dismantle my heart and then build it back up, by my side. You say that you love me and begin to cry. It is beautiful. The misery even surprises you. I see no teardrops.

Amongst others, we have to stay in touch with who we are... For there is no more than one person displayed in my shadow.

Because my body belongs to me. It is mine and mine only. It is a home. I invite you to come and sit by the fireplace... My heart is a fire... Your eyes are its flames.

Another long poem!!!!

#heart #home #fire #eyes #shadow #conscience #body #moons #drown #inferior

George Krokos May 2015

Poets And Writers Unite!

May all fellow poets and writers of the whole world unite
to show the flame of inspiration is now still burning bright.
We’re also aware of the fact that the pen is mightier than the sword
and that with inspired verses or stories people will never get bored.

The world as it is now is again on the brink of collapse
and so with our literary efforts we shouldn’t ever lapse.
We all have the power to change the world for the better
let us unite to speak and write with one motion together.

So many times in the past humanity has been laid low
because of its negligence to conscience writings show.
There are certain things written and handed down from the past
that indicate the way we’re heading now these days are our last.

We must reset the example of truth, righteousness and love
which will assure us to get much needed help from above.
There is no real limit to what we all united can achieve
if we stand together and each other don’t try to deceive.

We are all one big family that is now struggling to survive
so in doing what we can to help one another we will thrive.
With our collective efforts we must turn the situation around
and at the same time keep both our feet firmly on the ground.

For the good of the whole world then we must move forward
and stop the current trend of mankind from plunging toward
in the depths and fires of hell it has been to many times before
as it ignores the inner voice of conscience prior to another fall.
_________________

Written in 2013.

#world #good #conscience #pen #writers #poets #sword #unite

Anistasia Apr 2015

What the Animals Know

When despair for the world restrains me,
when it becomes too difficult to feel anything at all
and I cannot move for the way my spinal column coils
the way snakes play dead,
I see my someday daughter like a conscience, like a ghost
Must she inherit all this darkness?

I retreat into the rhythm of my pulse,
Into a single cell’s brave journey from heart to brain
Unburdened by grief or forethought,
Flowing freely.
A heart is a heart,
and a stone is a stone;
I can choose to be soft like an animal, like trust.

I remember there is another world- it is tucked just inside this one.

Thoughts on heaven

#fear #anger #heart #heaven #blood #conscience #grief #despair #daughter #animals

Samuel Evan Apr 2015

March, March, March, APRIL, March...

Sing the songs monkey.
Bash the gongs monkey.
Do no wrongs monkey.
Do as you're told.

Life's a game honey.
It's all the same honey.
What's your name honey?
Come when you're called.

Don't back down sweetie.
Yell in the crowd sweetie.
Take off the shroud sweetie.
Fight it till your death.

Where you going kiddo?
Time keeps flowing kiddo.
There's just no knowing kiddo.
Give it up or else.

Run the risk of dying dear?
For the chance at flying dear?
Sadly I've been lying dear.
Get down from there.

Listen to the letters kid.
Listen to your betters kid.
Just accept your fetters kid.
You won't change anything.

It's not real dude.
You can't feel dude.
All you do is steal dude.
So just shut up.

Break from all the violence friend?
Break from all the silence friend?
Or maybe just the islands friend?
You can try all you want.

I'm just a clown spirit.
Talk me down spirit.
Break me down spirit.
Please, do it for me.

Break the rhythm.

Break lies.

Break the sadness.

Break me please, spirit.
Bring me ease spirit.
And as you leave spirit,
Shut the door behind you.

Walk with me. My steps are even after all.

#lonely #run #conscience #spirit #rhythm #walk

Laurent Apr 2015

Illusion of Sleeping

Dreaming of the past,
Haunted by her grace,
Troubled by its mirage,
Prisoner of that ban.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance...

#love #silence #conscience #absence #complacency #heartbreaking

Maya Wilson-Fernandez Apr 2015

An Argument and a Conscience

You smile at me
Across the way
I can see your eyes
Twinkling
And I feel a vague
“something” deep inside.

Ignore it. Keep it out.
Don’t let it get a hold of you.
Don’t let HIM get a hold of you.

You introduce yourself
Tell me your name
Little tidbits of information
That I take up and put away
A magpie hoarding shiny bits of you.
That “something” is taking shape.

Stop it.
You already know how it’s going to end.
You’ve been through this before.

Days go by.
Your eyes, your voice
Pass through my head
More than I care to admit.
For once, excitement gleams in the air,
Because I might see you again.

It’s not too late.
You know what’s right.
You know what’s best for you.

Maybe I do but
It all falls away
Once I see your face.
I can’t help it
Your smile, your voice
Has overtaken my mind
I can only try to hide
The jolt in my chest
The smile in my heart
That happens whenever you walk in.

*Too late.

This poem was featured in my school's literary magazine last year.

#conscience #fallinginlove