"immoralists" poems - Hello Poetry

A guilty pleasure of carnal exuberance Congenital aspirations met with no defiance I've found luxury in finding what was sought A frivolous triumph taken with moderate pace Though, A willful pursuance it was not Merely a loafing fate met face to face stares from the immoralists fronting smiles lust takes form in the death of self denial From the heated chase of senseless sin Or, a marriage founded on a whim or gin We are the hypocrisies of unconditional romances The mindless breed of Objective contradictions Aloof in the thought of all our un-taken chances Content with the notion that it's willful conviction Moving our limbs onto each other with passion- In a not so convincing mechanical fashion The pang of departure becomes idle and true As the woman's desire decides on life anew Free'd of commitment and it's anchoring pull To set loose the labours of a dwindling kiss Where compassion lay ready and yearns to be full cleansed of the sound from the victims cold hiss Echoing through the basin of his darkened prison The hatred and spite of the fallen has risen To find meaning in sorrow and his empty feeling Distraught in the rhetoric she left for his healing Mocking the hollow cadaver left scarred and alone He watches the darkness slip into a vivid irony How could the heartless turn the living to stone? Or the simplest of notes fade into a weary eulogy? This must be some kind of cruel joke on repeat But, How can we laugh at the likeness of love and deceit?

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC

EgoFeeder

A Simple Truth In Tears

A guilty pleasure of carnal exuberance Congenital aspirations met with no defiance I've found luxury in finding what was sought A frivolous triumph taken with moderate pace Though, A willful pursuance it was not Merely a loafing fate met face to face stares from the immoralists fronting smiles lust takes form in the death of self denial From the heated chase of senseless sin Or, a marriage founded on a whim or gin We are the hypocrisies of unconditional romances The mindless breed of Objective contradictions Aloof in the thought of all our un-taken chances Content with the notion that it's willful conviction Moving our limbs onto each other with passion- In a not so convincing mechanical fashion The pang of departure becomes idle and true As the woman's desire decides on life anew Free'd of commitment and it's anchoring pull To set loose the labours of a dwindling kiss Where compassion lay ready and yearns to be full cleansed of the sound from the victims cold hiss Echoing through the basin of his darkened prison The hatred and spite of the fallen has risen To find meaning in sorrow and his empty feeling Distraught in the rhetoric she left for his healing Mocking the hollow cadaver left scarred and alone He watches the darkness slip into a vivid irony How could the heartless turn the living to stone? Or the simplest of notes fade into a weary eulogy? This must be some kind of cruel joke on repeat But, How can we laugh at the likeness of love and deceit?

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*Ever since time immemorial Even before the existence of now defunct phenomenon Society’s had a stranglehold on “goodness”, a fact not entirely circumstantial. On the high pedestal of “moral high ground” it’s stood, a loose canon At the behest of “moralists” and “immoralists” alike Malleable to all manner of situational conundrums Rubber-stamping all manner of questionable theatrics with lord like Patronage, this artistic fashioned manner of duplicity detailed in compendiums Of information passed down from generation to generation “For posterity’s own good” Rhetoric construed To imply the wellbeing of every individual born. Subject to the above I implore society to effective immediately File for moral bankruptcy in the court of public opinion, humbly.*

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC

enigma-1

Moral Bankruptcy.

*Ever since time immemorial Even before the existence of now defunct phenomenon Society’s had a stranglehold on “goodness”, a fact not entirely circumstantial. On the high pedestal of “moral high ground” it’s stood, a loose canon At the behest of “moralists” and “immoralists” alike Malleable to all manner of situational conundrums Rubber-stamping all manner of questionable theatrics with lord like Patronage, this artistic fashioned manner of duplicity detailed in compendiums Of information passed down from generation to generation “For posterity’s own good” Rhetoric construed To imply the wellbeing of every individual born. Subject to the above I implore society to effective immediately File for moral bankruptcy in the court of public opinion, humbly.*

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Before we were strangers And led two different lives Before the whole world crumbled In front of our eyes Lived lives like no tomorrow Like our hearts gone wild Like nothing gonna touch us Immoralists as much Before becoming strangers Before the last goodbye The sole thing I remember The storm inside your eyes

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 3:27 AM UTC

TanyaDA95

Teenage love

Before we were strangers And led two different lives Before the whole world crumbled In front of our eyes Lived lives like no tomorrow Like our hearts gone wild Like nothing gonna touch us Immoralists as much Before becoming strangers Before the last goodbye The sole thing I remember The storm inside your eyes

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