Poems About Responsibility Seeking Friendly Advice
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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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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 10:57am
23rd Dec 2022 10:57am
the importance of the small things
The importance of the small things
Out of a crack at the foot of a wall, a tiny baby mouse
blinded by the brightness of this autumnal day
I picked up the new life and put it in the palm of my hand
sensing the warmth, the baby curled up and slept.
To think this tiny animal had a heart, lungs, liver and
so, just like me; living in a world too immense to
grasp other than an outline of space and time.
In less than a week, the baby mouse will be an adult
and since mice do not go for higher education, one
can assume it will not take an...
Out of a crack at the foot of a wall, a tiny baby mouse
blinded by the brightness of this autumnal day
I picked up the new life and put it in the palm of my hand
sensing the warmth, the baby curled up and slept.
To think this tiny animal had a heart, lungs, liver and
so, just like me; living in a world too immense to
grasp other than an outline of space and time.
In less than a week, the baby mouse will be an adult
and since mice do not go for higher education, one
can assume it will not take an...
#freedom
#meditation
#responsibility
#passion
#reading
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
4th Nov 2022 4:10am
4th Nov 2022 4:10am
Messing up
I messed up bad this time
A perfect storm honestly
Allium laced food and kale
Messed up my system
It's truly something awful
My head hurts; it's in a vice
The light is painfully bright
Had some blood work done
My blood is far too thick
Kale... Fuck who knew it?
That kale has insane k vitamin
The one thing that fuck the tinners
My body hurts so I sleep
I've missed so much time
How has it been just a week...
No energy... Drowning in physical pain
I'm so stupid... So fucking stupid
I should know...
A perfect storm honestly
Allium laced food and kale
Messed up my system
It's truly something awful
My head hurts; it's in a vice
The light is painfully bright
Had some blood work done
My blood is far too thick
Kale... Fuck who knew it?
That kale has insane k vitamin
The one thing that fuck the tinners
My body hurts so I sleep
I've missed so much time
How has it been just a week...
No energy... Drowning in physical pain
I'm so stupid... So fucking stupid
I should know...
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
#illness
#responsibility
#weakness
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 9:41am
30th Oct 2022 9:41am
father figures
father figures
I never knew my father well as he was not at home
I think it had something to do with other women
mother divorced him and said he was a butterfly.
I could not picture him as a colourful insect in the glade
instead, I made him into a swashbuckling hero.
A new man moved into our life, and I didn’t like him
he smelled of smoked sardines, telling me what to do.
I was ten years old and decided to leave home
with two apples and a boiled egg, I left slamming
the door behind me; the evening dark and cold
My mother’s friend...
I never knew my father well as he was not at home
I think it had something to do with other women
mother divorced him and said he was a butterfly.
I could not picture him as a colourful insect in the glade
instead, I made him into a swashbuckling hero.
A new man moved into our life, and I didn’t like him
he smelled of smoked sardines, telling me what to do.
I was ten years old and decided to leave home
with two apples and a boiled egg, I left slamming
the door behind me; the evening dark and cold
My mother’s friend...
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
#responsibility
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 10:40pm
29th Oct 2022 10:40pm
am I the bad guy?
This self hatred fog is suffocating
And a porcupine rage all encompassing
I don't know what's real in this life
Am I the real problem here?
I'm drowning in the hoard of my apologies
And I know my recent behavior isn't okay
Am I just weapon of my pain?
Sometimes my scars all ache at once
Ghostly pain of all my burned in mistakes
Countless swirls of tallies upon my flesh
Sometimes I feel trapped; my life a cage
Personal attachments links in the chain
I wish I could die and resent the love given
All this fucking love for me...
And a porcupine rage all encompassing
I don't know what's real in this life
Am I the real problem here?
I'm drowning in the hoard of my apologies
And I know my recent behavior isn't okay
Am I just weapon of my pain?
Sometimes my scars all ache at once
Ghostly pain of all my burned in mistakes
Countless swirls of tallies upon my flesh
Sometimes I feel trapped; my life a cage
Personal attachments links in the chain
I wish I could die and resent the love given
All this fucking love for me...
#rejection
#friendship
#FeelingTrapped
#responsibility
#fear
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 9:43am
28th Sep 2022 9:43am
the highborn woman and her sons
The highborn woman and her sons.
An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about “families” soft as flannel patting
a child’s stately bum.
One of her sons has taken her place at the top of the table.
A rigid man with a complaining mien has to use an intermediate
to get his rather trite opinions across.
His mistress, once a reviled woman who came before and after
his wife, who tragically died, but the public forgives her
thanks to sycophantic newspapers views are companion sits
at the top table....
An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about “families” soft as flannel patting
a child’s stately bum.
One of her sons has taken her place at the top of the table.
A rigid man with a complaining mien has to use an intermediate
to get his rather trite opinions across.
His mistress, once a reviled woman who came before and after
his wife, who tragically died, but the public forgives her
thanks to sycophantic newspapers views are companion sits
at the top table....
#brother
#childhood
#family
#daughter
#responsibility
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paroxysm
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 00:13am
13th Aug 2022 00:13am
09/08/2022
Talking the talk that slaves are afraid to live
How much does a dollar really cost? (vanity)
Systematic, self-distruction perpetual propaganda in the masses,.. Now time to kill the "man" I thought I once was,...
Praying to the "Father" felling possibly neglected like my very own,..
Mama...
rehearsed talking alot to the cealing,
preserving what was God not believing in my self,
Mama..
screaming in silence, screaming while silent
symbolisim of things that maybe don't matter
Mama...
Heavenly momma guide me to the place where...
How much does a dollar really cost? (vanity)
Systematic, self-distruction perpetual propaganda in the masses,.. Now time to kill the "man" I thought I once was,...
Praying to the "Father" felling possibly neglected like my very own,..
Mama...
rehearsed talking alot to the cealing,
preserving what was God not believing in my self,
Mama..
screaming in silence, screaming while silent
symbolisim of things that maybe don't matter
Mama...
Heavenly momma guide me to the place where...
#mother
#family
#responsibility
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Styxian
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
Hopscotch Lines
A long haired girl
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
#separation
#daughter
#responsibility
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adagio
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 2:17pm
6th Aug 2022 2:17pm
Ain't No Teardrops
Dancing the twilight of dark's melancholia
listen to the strings of madmen and tales
without love for one another
but making time for porn and lotto
unconscious of reality and poetic oxygen
living for salty egos as demons in life
and knowing not the rule of thumb
but listening to those who quote
when there is no time for sanity
listening to songs of castrated fools
becoming unhinged when it strikes home
ain't no rainbows when your tears dry up
and your tattoos run over speed bumps
having life's card punch, making room...
listen to the strings of madmen and tales
without love for one another
but making time for porn and lotto
unconscious of reality and poetic oxygen
living for salty egos as demons in life
and knowing not the rule of thumb
but listening to those who quote
when there is no time for sanity
listening to songs of castrated fools
becoming unhinged when it strikes home
ain't no rainbows when your tears dry up
and your tattoos run over speed bumps
having life's card punch, making room...
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
#responsibility
#choices
#tradition
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 4:50am
4th Aug 2022 4:50am
An Odyssey
An Odyssey
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
#love
#marriage
#war
#home
#responsibility
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NightGoddess
Poem Published
17th Jul 2022 11:12pm
17th Jul 2022 11:12pm
Lean on me
Pardon
those chaotically scrambled panic attacks, with signed papers from
your mind’s warden
Permit
obligations and after time-served, face those doubts which incarcerated you
Lean
on me because I will never abandon you, I will be waiting for you upon your release
be confused;
question yourself;
scream;
cry;
laugh;
Walk to the edge, I will support you
curl up in a ball;
think;
hide;
get away;
stay;
Be alone, or cling to me
run;
walk;
sleep; ...
those chaotically scrambled panic attacks, with signed papers from
your mind’s warden
Permit
obligations and after time-served, face those doubts which incarcerated you
Lean
on me because I will never abandon you, I will be waiting for you upon your release
be confused;
question yourself;
scream;
cry;
laugh;
Walk to the edge, I will support you
curl up in a ball;
think;
hide;
get away;
stay;
Be alone, or cling to me
run;
walk;
sleep; ...
#love
#strength
#honesty
#support
#responsibility
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2022 2:28pm
3rd Jul 2022 2:28pm
a mountain town
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
#politics
#morality
#responsibility
#tradition
#risk
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