Poems about Responsibility, Duty and Commitment
#responsibility
Poems about responsibility, here you'll find poetry about duty, pressure, burden, commitment and responsibility. Poems about being looked up to and relied upon. Also poetry about taking responsibility, being accountable, and having a sense of duty towards others and society. Poems about moving beyond a carefree childhood, on to the responsibilities of adulthood.
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
27th Oct 2022 00:22am
27th Oct 2022 00:22am
What it is
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
#responsibility
#military
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2022 9:46pm
23rd Oct 2022 9:46pm
A GOOD WARNING
A GOOD WARNING
I perceive my life should have a task.
Each one comes to earth with his own charge.
People get the strength to reap their joy
through the calmness which their souls adore.
How can l obtain the tranquil soul
that can shun the pain of burning flame?
Nothing can confer a state so calm
save a feeling that my task is done.
How can man endure the scorch of hell
that will destroy his exhausted nerves
when he feels that time is passing by
and his duty is still not performed? ...
I perceive my life should have a task.
Each one comes to earth with his own charge.
People get the strength to reap their joy
through the calmness which their souls adore.
How can l obtain the tranquil soul
that can shun the pain of burning flame?
Nothing can confer a state so calm
save a feeling that my task is done.
How can man endure the scorch of hell
that will destroy his exhausted nerves
when he feels that time is passing by
and his duty is still not performed? ...
#responsibility
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11 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 6:19am
18th Oct 2022 6:19am
Blame Be We
#beauty
#satirical
#funny
#UnrequitedLove
#responsibility
278 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Oct 2022 3:00am
15th Oct 2022 3:00am
Context
We used to call it...THE GENERATION GAP
And I don't know what we're calling it now,
But it's the same communication trap
Entire cultures try to disavow.
It's something most folks don't care to admit;
Yet another form of mass denial
Like thinking snowflakes need more manly grit
Which only rubs away their sophomore smile.
But a segregation is not the way
To intermix experience and youth
When death takes a toll each and every day
On all those lingering fountains of truth.
Oh to be sure those fountains are...
And I don't know what we're calling it now,
But it's the same communication trap
Entire cultures try to disavow.
It's something most folks don't care to admit;
Yet another form of mass denial
Like thinking snowflakes need more manly grit
Which only rubs away their sophomore smile.
But a segregation is not the way
To intermix experience and youth
When death takes a toll each and every day
On all those lingering fountains of truth.
Oh to be sure those fountains are...
#politics
#culture
#morality
#responsibility
#vulnerability
427 reads
6 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
12th Oct 2022 5:10am
12th Oct 2022 5:10am
Caution.....It's None Our Fault
#dark
#fiction
#lover
#disappointment
#responsibility
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Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 1:54pm
8th Oct 2022 1:54pm
On My Mind
I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot on my plate
Everyone thinks I’m fine
They think I’m straight
Feeling a little less love
And a lot more hate
It’s getting harder and harder
to carry this weight
I just leave it up to God
He knows my fate
Hoping one day I make it
To heavens gate
I see the temptation
I’m not up for the bate
Praying I repent
before it’s too late
I might try and take a different route
maybe along the way I’ll see the truth
The truth of my fate
and what I’m up against ...
I got a lot on my plate
Everyone thinks I’m fine
They think I’m straight
Feeling a little less love
And a lot more hate
It’s getting harder and harder
to carry this weight
I just leave it up to God
He knows my fate
Hoping one day I make it
To heavens gate
I see the temptation
I’m not up for the bate
Praying I repent
before it’s too late
I might try and take a different route
maybe along the way I’ll see the truth
The truth of my fate
and what I’m up against ...
#religion
#Christian
#responsibility
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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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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Alviola
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 1:53pm
23rd Sep 2022 1:53pm
We Must Beg the Body to Wake Up, Oh, So Slowly
The groan is the sound effect of the body
bidden to do a little more, it punctuates
the call to stir earlier than accustomed,
before the sun throws a ray across your face.
We must beg the body to stir bit by bit,
to first check the dream if it is dream, and then
wake but by grunts and nudges, rub the eyes,
flex a cramped toe, stretch, yes, practice living.
Is the jiggling of the foot a slow dip
into the unfriendly air of time on earth?
Waking up must be allowed ample time,
for the body is animated by inch,...
bidden to do a little more, it punctuates
the call to stir earlier than accustomed,
before the sun throws a ray across your face.
We must beg the body to stir bit by bit,
to first check the dream if it is dream, and then
wake but by grunts and nudges, rub the eyes,
flex a cramped toe, stretch, yes, practice living.
Is the jiggling of the foot a slow dip
into the unfriendly air of time on earth?
Waking up must be allowed ample time,
for the body is animated by inch,...
#death
#morning
#sleep
#aging
#responsibility
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2 Comments
tb4127
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 3:07am
25th Aug 2022 3:07am
Make it Today
Destruction awaited at my life’s initiation, restrained, but contemplatin my annihilation, though consciously I couldn’t yet glimpse it, when difficulty arose my human frailty exerted itself, I had a feeling of undeniable illness
Resilience is more easily ascertained as a youth, when brain chemistry’s more malleable, irresolute
All future opportunities remain attainable, but I lacked encouragement and mentorship, my attempts at achievement heeded no result
[chorus]
Couldn’t deal with it sober, so I sedated it away, crushed it up, injected it – ingested it...
Resilience is more easily ascertained as a youth, when brain chemistry’s more malleable, irresolute
All future opportunities remain attainable, but I lacked encouragement and mentorship, my attempts at achievement heeded no result
[chorus]
Couldn’t deal with it sober, so I sedated it away, crushed it up, injected it – ingested it...
#sadness
#addiction
#redemption
#suffering
#responsibility
595 reads
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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
499 reads
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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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