Poems About Responsibility Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about responsibility seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 5:28pm
23rd Mar 2023 5:28pm
They had a choice. But....
Falling victim to a deadly cataclysm.
High culture's ceased to exist.
©CandyFlossMonet. March 2023
High culture's ceased to exist.
©CandyFlossMonet. March 2023
#identity
#universe
#evolution
#culture
#responsibility
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LadyFitz
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 2:39pm
23rd Mar 2023 2:39pm
Ignorance is bliss
See I think a lot of you have it wrong
You think love is suppose to come with torture and putting in years shows your relationship is strong
If your years equals misery
And giving up is frowned upon
Then I bow my head in shame
I won’t tolerate disrespect for a new last name
Relationships like this breed the weak
My man my man my man ,bringing home disease
So in the mean time I’ll just catch up on all my sleep
Because you won’t see me weep
Or drag my feet
Yes, relationships can be hard but not ones where you...
You think love is suppose to come with torture and putting in years shows your relationship is strong
If your years equals misery
And giving up is frowned upon
Then I bow my head in shame
I won’t tolerate disrespect for a new last name
Relationships like this breed the weak
My man my man my man ,bringing home disease
So in the mean time I’ll just catch up on all my sleep
Because you won’t see me weep
Or drag my feet
Yes, relationships can be hard but not ones where you...
#separation
#responsibility
#TruthOfLife #suffering
#TruthOfLife #suffering
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CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 11:31am
21st Mar 2023 11:31am
Forgot.
In plain sight,I watched as she passed me by.
Carrying in her arms,her mother's tic-toc.
The journey to her chair,she sat.
Clutching the tic-toc with all her might
Tears ran from her eyes.
I cried too.
She forgot.
I tried to forget too.
©CandyFlossMonet. March 2023
Carrying in her arms,her mother's tic-toc.
The journey to her chair,she sat.
Clutching the tic-toc with all her might
Tears ran from her eyes.
I cried too.
She forgot.
I tried to forget too.
©CandyFlossMonet. March 2023
#memories
#responsibility
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adagio
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2023 8:23pm
2nd Mar 2023 8:23pm
Weeding The Fools
Just me and my muse, at play in a field
of wishful thinking, so I sow my own seeds
and reap the sweetness of my family.
You don't know me, a well-worn pen,
assuming me wrong, in blind eyesight.
But that's the way I am wary, not a fool.
Sarcastically, my feet touch the ground
skipping my own rope. Listening to nature
with my mind awake. Knowing the echoes
are only memories of my soul's awakening
with nature. Not braying the horn of a dethroned
jackass. I snap my own black eyes peas.
of wishful thinking, so I sow my own seeds
and reap the sweetness of my family.
You don't know me, a well-worn pen,
assuming me wrong, in blind eyesight.
But that's the way I am wary, not a fool.
Sarcastically, my feet touch the ground
skipping my own rope. Listening to nature
with my mind awake. Knowing the echoes
are only memories of my soul's awakening
with nature. Not braying the horn of a dethroned
jackass. I snap my own black eyes peas.
#happiness
#family
#nature
#faith
#responsibility
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adagio
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 6:22am
24th Feb 2023 6:22am
Butterflies Are Free
Well, how old do you think I am."
There is nothing titillating about nudity. Its a lifestyle. Once you are naked, you're naked. The maniacs of Cheetos push nudism as a cult. I could say the same thing about "singers" in Nashville wearing cowboy hats. There is nothing difficult about bearing the skin. Nudism is reality, cowboys in Nashville is insanity. You don't notice the breasts or penis any more than you notice a birth mark. I am familiar with, "You're a pervert!" There is nothing remarkable about truth in reality. You can't implant a brain into a Cheeto. That same Cheeto,...
There is nothing titillating about nudity. Its a lifestyle. Once you are naked, you're naked. The maniacs of Cheetos push nudism as a cult. I could say the same thing about "singers" in Nashville wearing cowboy hats. There is nothing difficult about bearing the skin. Nudism is reality, cowboys in Nashville is insanity. You don't notice the breasts or penis any more than you notice a birth mark. I am familiar with, "You're a pervert!" There is nothing remarkable about truth in reality. You can't implant a brain into a Cheeto. That same Cheeto,...
#identity
#freedom
#responsibility
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
15th Feb 2023 8:33pm
15th Feb 2023 8:33pm
move
i want to move.
move on
move away
move further away than i thought i could
in my head i am far away
that’s why nothing changes
because i am done with home.
i am done
no energy to open up,
too much pain stored in me.
maybe it’s because they don’t know me,
but i don’t want them to know.
i don’t want a deeper connection.
and yes, i hurt you. i did, i do.
but don’t blame it all one me
move on
move away
move further away than i thought i could
in my head i am far away
that’s why nothing changes
because i am done with home.
i am done
no energy to open up,
too much pain stored in me.
maybe it’s because they don’t know me,
but i don’t want them to know.
i don’t want a deeper connection.
and yes, i hurt you. i did, i do.
but don’t blame it all one me
#grief
#loneliness
#childhood
#disappointment
#responsibility
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adagio
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 4:38pm
3rd Feb 2023 4:38pm
Book Of Geezer
Hey dude! get off your gender. In The Book Of Geezer, the world was made in seven days. But it came with a warning. " Beware of petticoats and high heel sneakers impersonating homo sapiens." Make sure the gender shoes are touching the ground and sticking with the Good Book. So put that in your pipe until you choke on it. First, there was the man, and then came Cheetos before "the big guy," crossed a blender with a fool processor. Geezers come in all sizes and shapes and surprisingly all ages. Some with accouterments, some with snipped equipment. The itty bitty book of Geezer will let you down...
#identity
#philosophical
#morality #responsibility
#morality #responsibility
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adagio
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 00:00am
30th Jan 2023 00:00am
Our Own Bossa Nova
Away from the carbon dioxide and the clatter of the city and the citizenry sleepwalking. Away from the mainstream and their need to know. Now breathing fresh air from the manifolds in the trees. No rabbit hole to hide in or Johnny B. Goode in Police uniforms to issue citations. Now smitten by Mother Nature and comfortable in our skin. Playing our own Bossa Nova. Living life with the luxury of not stepping on a fool's toe.
No need for mascara to hide the fault lines. Victoria's Secret would have to reinvent itself. Porn would follow in the footsteps of the Edsel. Taming the...
No need for mascara to hide the fault lines. Victoria's Secret would have to reinvent itself. Porn would follow in the footsteps of the Edsel. Taming the...
#freedom
#responsibility
#passion
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
27th Jan 2023 3:49pm
27th Jan 2023 3:49pm
What poverty Made
My struggles my pain came at the price of pleasure, had to eat at any measure. My fallen Soulja's are fallen treasures, in those streets we sworn to stand or fall together. Hustle work for every nickel or dime. I take full accountability for actions, yet poverty is the number one creator of crime. Well we just wanted the American dream, American gangster. Oh how we made America scream. Criminality oh what a American scheme. I say this is what poverty made. I am strong bold and unafraid, free under God's shining sun, may he bless my darken shade. For the life I have lived I will never...
#death
#fate
#responsibility
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thinlane
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 3:53pm
23rd Jan 2023 3:53pm
That Smell
Seeking that line you shouldn't cross
So I can slink up real close to it
But not take that final step
Into real trouble
I just want to flirt with danger today
And let just a little
Of the smell of trouble
Flow into my heart and set me afire
I've crossed that line
More times than is wise
So I know what can happen
And today I just don't want to deal with the man
So here I am
On the showered and shaven side
Of the line
Just hoping for a sniff
Of danger
So I can slink up real close to it
But not take that final step
Into real trouble
I just want to flirt with danger today
And let just a little
Of the smell of trouble
Flow into my heart and set me afire
I've crossed that line
More times than is wise
So I know what can happen
And today I just don't want to deal with the man
So here I am
On the showered and shaven side
Of the line
Just hoping for a sniff
Of danger
#responsibility
#ThrillSeeking
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Mundus
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 1:58pm
4th Jan 2023 1:58pm
Postmortem Letter
With calloused hands
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
#father
#childhood
#memories
#son
#responsibility
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Dec 2022 9:36am
28th Dec 2022 9:36am
a photo 1944
From a photo, 1944
There was a war on the menfolk had gone soldiering
a boy of thirteen and a half was ploughing the field
handling two grey geldings.
The soil looked rich and loose, perfect for Idaho spuds
the big delicious plant ideal for backing.
The boy wore overalls and was absorbed in his work
keeping the plough in a straight line and the horses
the right speed.
Further down the dale, the women near the barn were
hanging up washing, his brother was playing with his dog.
At a further distance, he could see the small town he...
There was a war on the menfolk had gone soldiering
a boy of thirteen and a half was ploughing the field
handling two grey geldings.
The soil looked rich and loose, perfect for Idaho spuds
the big delicious plant ideal for backing.
The boy wore overalls and was absorbed in his work
keeping the plough in a straight line and the horses
the right speed.
Further down the dale, the women near the barn were
hanging up washing, his brother was playing with his dog.
At a further distance, he could see the small town he...
#beauty
#consumerism
#morality
#responsibility
#tradition
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