"virtuousness" poems
if i could find words not in vain to describe her,
verses of her Virtuousness, i would sing
her humble approval in glances so fleeting
her song like a robin’s, beckoning the spring
our friendship, a gentle yet short affair
she, the girl with the golden hair
oh, how i would press softest lips to her own
should she give me a whisper, an answer, a plea,
and yet, from her halo of Heavenly judgement
not once has she cast a soft look towards me
a heart that is wounded beyond repair
she, the girl with the golden hair
through Holiest laughter, i smooth back her tresses
her eyes crinkle up in a bittersweet smile
i murmur, i love you, she tells me, i’m sorry.
we sit in the frost of december a while
warm breath on cold cheeks, puffs of hot air
from she, the girl with the golden hair
winter is breaking, and spring is long gone,
as is her gossamer, dissolute song
our friendship, a tender yet brief affair
me and the girl with the golden hair.
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 12:31 AM UTC
Trembles commence beneath the exterior
An eruption blacker than a hollow wails superior
All light alienates,
Obscured by manifested immorality
Only spared by vast vitality
Virtuousness defended,
Intended to liberate slaved maliciousness
Autonomy of the anima was the consequence
A union through yielded yin and panged yang existence
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
The reaper's eyes were on her,
Yet she never bowed.
The reaper's ax chose her,
Yet she never soughed.
Death was finally in love,
With the girl he could never cow,
For she was something he could never have,
A girl with a skin too firm to swallow.
Why couldn't he touch the girl,.
The girl whose tears never fell,
The girl whose eyes are pearl,
The girl whose voice is a shim of bell?
Her secret wasn't a mystery,
She was too pure to be touched by maleficence.
The reaper desired her for her rarity,
But his hands burned at the touch of virtuousness.
Death chased her everyday,
In the hopes of taking her soul,
But her soul was too far away,
Far away for him to hold.
The young maiden didn't even notice
The harvester at her tail.
She was too involved in lightness
For her to witness his veil.
The reaper's ax was rotting,
It was yearning blood,
Though who he was lusting,
Was nothing but an illusion set by god.
The girl was a mirage,
God's own penalty,
Towards the slayer,
That gave birth to misery.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
This test is the most crucial exam by life,
Deciding paths of vileness or virtuousness.
The questionnaire is not always simple,
Unable to form practical comprehension.
Ethics from morality are stunned by emotions,
Summiting answers based on raw wickedness.
Rubber is given to repair the flaws of humanity,
Intended to rectify the mistakes of imperfections.
Righteous answers leads to a higher score,
While evil responses results in decrease points.
Filling in statements that will be rated by God,
People represent the faith of their own destiny.
You can’t earn a perfect ranking on the final essay,
Marking errors with a red pen by superior judgement.
A higher power recognizes true forgiveness from sin,
Let the eraser expunge faults of living by wise choices.
When your replies are considered for evaluation,
The creator grades a ruling that decides divineness.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
My lord,
I decay,
Then I flourish,
I collapse,
Then I sprout out,
Wounds,
Chasms,
split open,
Rupturing,
Overexposing The virtuousness,
Ripping it out of my flesh.
I am in agony,
but I love you.
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 3:19 PM UTC
Disappointment stings through shame,
As remorse by immorality burns the conscience.
Remembering errors tears the soul,
Punishing yourself by visions of past sins.
Dismay from history doesn’t have to scar,
Even if previous wrongdoing can’t be repaired.
Being remorseful not for erasing guilt,
But for the sole purpose of selfless virtue.
Learning from historic moments,
Preventing mistakes from repeating.
Once wickedness is replaced by righteous ways,
Fulfillment will be built on virtuousness.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Hello! O bingeing
loser!
Come out of your
fatigued stamina,
which is so
despondently,
affected by your
broken dreams.
The vigilantness of an
angelically winged being,
is so happy with your
factualness.
Their guiding virtuousness,
gives buddleia hugs to you.
Please stop worrying
and enjoy their serenely
gentilesse.
Shivpriya
# beautifulthingsandemotions
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC