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.
oskar
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 9:38am
24th Jun 2022 9:38am
the turn coat
A turncoat
His name was Vidkun Quisling and under the Nazi occupation
of Norway, he declared himself a minister/president that suited
the Germans got him to sign the death sentence papers.
During the Russian revolution, he went there with Fridtjof Nansen
and developed a hatred for the country, nevertheless, he met
and married a woman who turned out to be Jewish.
Everyone pretended she was not: even Wikipedia does not
mention this for obvious reasons.
When peace came, the question was, what to do with Quisling
he was relatively young...
His name was Vidkun Quisling and under the Nazi occupation
of Norway, he declared himself a minister/president that suited
the Germans got him to sign the death sentence papers.
During the Russian revolution, he went there with Fridtjof Nansen
and developed a hatred for the country, nevertheless, he met
and married a woman who turned out to be Jewish.
Everyone pretended she was not: even Wikipedia does not
mention this for obvious reasons.
When peace came, the question was, what to do with Quisling
he was relatively young...
#politics
#art
#morality
#responsibility
#tradition
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runningturtle87
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 3:53pm
9th Apr 2022 3:53pm
Inspiration Requiem
Inspiration Requiem
It is amazing
how long an eclipse
can seem
to churn on.....
and yet
these vapid
and nullifying
instances
are their own source
of inspiration.
There is
a humble nobility
in painting
that waning
instability
even
as we fall
off a roof....
a zenlike quality
of seeing despair
as the staircase
to moonlight.
It is amazing
how long an eclipse
can seem
to churn on.....
and yet
these vapid
and nullifying
instances
are their own source
of inspiration.
There is
a humble nobility
in painting
that waning
instability
even
as we fall
off a roof....
a zenlike quality
of seeing despair
as the staircase
to moonlight.
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia #responsibility
#nostalgia #responsibility
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4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Apr 2022 9:05am
1st Apr 2022 9:05am
in defence of Donald Trump
In defence of Donald Trump
How does one write about the indefensible? A person, so vulgar brass and
egocentric lusting for power; Yes, I think of Donald Trump, the impossible.
Why is it after being banned by the press and Twitter, he is now more popular
than ever before, it is, I think, because he speaks the language people understand
He knew his enemy and how to appease them by putting the embassy in Jerusalem
get the Israeli off his back, knowing how much power in America they yielded.
But Israel got a whiff of his thinking of them press betted on...
How does one write about the indefensible? A person, so vulgar brass and
egocentric lusting for power; Yes, I think of Donald Trump, the impossible.
Why is it after being banned by the press and Twitter, he is now more popular
than ever before, it is, I think, because he speaks the language people understand
He knew his enemy and how to appease them by putting the embassy in Jerusalem
get the Israeli off his back, knowing how much power in America they yielded.
But Israel got a whiff of his thinking of them press betted on...
#politics
#freedom
#culture
#morality
#responsibility
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:42am
29th Mar 2022 1:42am
the story of a goo girl
sometimes I forget I'm a bag of toxic waste
glowing goo through the black plastic
neon eyes looking through goggles
pulsing blue goo with streaks of black
press the knife right here and I'll pop
and you do so with an empty eyed stare
sobbing as I try to scoop myself up
and it's all just far too late to save me
just a toxic pool on the cement floor
glimmering self hatred spreading
black stringy lines of fetid self love
I don't know what to do staring up at you
I should be angry at you, shouldn't I?
oh my creator, bag maker, goo...
glowing goo through the black plastic
neon eyes looking through goggles
pulsing blue goo with streaks of black
press the knife right here and I'll pop
and you do so with an empty eyed stare
sobbing as I try to scoop myself up
and it's all just far too late to save me
just a toxic pool on the cement floor
glimmering self hatred spreading
black stringy lines of fetid self love
I don't know what to do staring up at you
I should be angry at you, shouldn't I?
oh my creator, bag maker, goo...
#monsters
#responsibility
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:10am
29th Mar 2022 1:10am
Sick Schket
i jus keep rappin n writin it all down
spillin my guts like i’ma bout to skip town
makin plans dreamin bout the west coast
so see ya later but then again maybe i won’t
obsessin over voices spillin outa my head
can’t fkn focus on my work for more thana min
tryna rhyme everythin like a neurotic compulsion
my own predispositions are fkn revolting
like who do i think i am, somethin fkn holy
that’s laughable when i’m so fkn toxic n lonely
bored with this life n can’t stop yappin about it
wanna tell them all to fuck...
spillin my guts like i’ma bout to skip town
makin plans dreamin bout the west coast
so see ya later but then again maybe i won’t
obsessin over voices spillin outa my head
can’t fkn focus on my work for more thana min
tryna rhyme everythin like a neurotic compulsion
my own predispositions are fkn revolting
like who do i think i am, somethin fkn holy
that’s laughable when i’m so fkn toxic n lonely
bored with this life n can’t stop yappin about it
wanna tell them all to fuck...
#loneliness
#violence
#MentalHealth
#rap
#responsibility
1048 reads
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Deepdarkprincess
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2022 6:16pm
2nd Mar 2022 6:16pm
Little girl
Higher, higher, higher
Kick my feet and fly
My toes can almost touch the top of the tree
I can hear my sisters laughter
And the youth still in my father's voice
I can feel his hand on my back
Pushing my sister and I on the swings
I am happy and I am free
I can smell the mud of the creek
And feel the grass beneath my feet
I run by the river Bank, fast as I can
Curls flowing behind me like flames
Again, I can hear my sisters laughter
And my mother calling us home for supper
Things are simple still, dreams come...
Kick my feet and fly
My toes can almost touch the top of the tree
I can hear my sisters laughter
And the youth still in my father's voice
I can feel his hand on my back
Pushing my sister and I on the swings
I am happy and I am free
I can smell the mud of the creek
And feel the grass beneath my feet
I run by the river Bank, fast as I can
Curls flowing behind me like flames
Again, I can hear my sisters laughter
And my mother calling us home for supper
Things are simple still, dreams come...
#mother
#father
#childhood
#family
#responsibility
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Feb 2022 9:22am
18th Feb 2022 9:22am
unbiassed media
The Unbiassed Media
Bombs rain on Gaza, the youth throw stones, the Israeli soldiers killed
or maim stone throwers, a dance of death.
What do the leading media say? Not very much,
the Gazans must be partly blamed; the victims are guilty
of the strength of being Palestinians defending their right.
In Hebron, the settlers are razing houses, killing goats and setting fire
to olive trees and daily is the death of those who get in their way.
The media might have a byline about it, that’s all.
If Israel is criticized, it unashamedly invokes the...
Bombs rain on Gaza, the youth throw stones, the Israeli soldiers killed
or maim stone throwers, a dance of death.
What do the leading media say? Not very much,
the Gazans must be partly blamed; the victims are guilty
of the strength of being Palestinians defending their right.
In Hebron, the settlers are razing houses, killing goats and setting fire
to olive trees and daily is the death of those who get in their way.
The media might have a byline about it, that’s all.
If Israel is criticized, it unashamedly invokes the...
#identity
#freedom
#consumerism
#culture
#responsibility
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
The Editor
the editor puts
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
#secrets
#family
#morality
#responsibility
#deception
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4 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2021 10:30am
23rd Dec 2021 10:30am
Moratorium Agenda
Moratorium Agenda
I will not
punish anything,
prosecute,
or throw my hat
into a ring;
I simply do
not join a team,
hold with those,
or break a beam.
Rewarding good
behavior though,
saying yes
for every flow,
these are things
I'm all about;
peaceful words,
I will not shout.
It happens
that
she'll ought despair,
say some things
without a care,
and then it is
I step back
to a...
I will not
punish anything,
prosecute,
or throw my hat
into a ring;
I simply do
not join a team,
hold with those,
or break a beam.
Rewarding good
behavior though,
saying yes
for every flow,
these are things
I'm all about;
peaceful words,
I will not shout.
It happens
that
she'll ought despair,
say some things
without a care,
and then it is
I step back
to a...
#BDSM
#art
#responsibility #passion
#responsibility #passion
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Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
On still being alive
I live, and for now,
maybe
that's just enough.
maybe
that's just enough.
#dance
#responsibility
#passion
#reading
#guitars
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 9:57am
30th Nov 2021 9:57am
this my recollection
This is my Recollection
A salutation to mules, donkeys and horses.
They have disappeared from city life
but without them, no city could be built.
Without the beasts no them, no field to plough
we owe then our way of life.
The beasts were sacrificed in our senseless wars.
We remember them not that saddens me.
There is a hole in the ground, a dot beside an oak
where the mare of many foals stood.
I miss the sturdy beauty of donkeys and mules.
The aroma of their work is gone, and we are poorer
of the vision, we shall not see again...
A salutation to mules, donkeys and horses.
They have disappeared from city life
but without them, no city could be built.
Without the beasts no them, no field to plough
we owe then our way of life.
The beasts were sacrificed in our senseless wars.
We remember them not that saddens me.
There is a hole in the ground, a dot beside an oak
where the mare of many foals stood.
I miss the sturdy beauty of donkeys and mules.
The aroma of their work is gone, and we are poorer
of the vision, we shall not see again...
#childhood
#birthday
#holiday #responsibility
#holiday #responsibility
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 1:39pm
15th Nov 2021 1:39pm
Chips or Candy?
Few concepts are sweeter than victory, though I suppose a crisped defeat will have to do.
For you, of course. Loss is not in my vocabulary.
For you, of course. Loss is not in my vocabulary.
#redemption
#responsibility
#passion
#determination
#risk
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