"committment" poems
The most important things in life are often those we have to choose from at critical times. They very often represent and determine the course our life will take and to what extent we have in controlling or shaping it. With whatever choice we make, opportunities arise and by making the most of these we realise the relative benefits to be gained or otherwise. Through our committment and willingness to achieve a goal, irrespective of what obstacles there may be or we come across, we move forward and progress is made in our endeavour. If the goal is something we have set our mind and heart on whatever setbacks or obstacles are encountered should then be taken to be the hurdles to overcome.
By repeated experience we learn the necessary disciplines with which to train or involve our mind and body to reach our goal. When we recognise and forego or sacrifice certain habits that are not conducive to our overall progress we release more energy by which to accomplish our end. By sustained right effort we put in motion the train of events that will bring about the right results, but we should not be too attached to the fruits thereof. Too much attachment is a cause of blindness, disappointment and suffering. However with the right mental attitudes including positive thinking and actions we should learn from and leave behind past failures by always striving onwards to our desired objective or set goal.
The best way to achieve this end is to include in some way the benefit and good of all those concerned whether they be friend or otherwise which will not be easy but will exhibit a spirit of high ethical standards and character and contribute to endearing oneself to others.
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
Will you love me if I said
I have AHDH
(attention deficit hyperactivity disorder)
That I will jump before you speak
Will be impatient to get my way
I can love u and hate you at the same time
I will nod, but not understand.
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have BPD
(Borderline Personality Disorder)
That I will be so drawn to you
That I'll throw myself at you
That more often than ever
I will question you if you me love too
Then I'll doubt you if you do
I'll accuse you of using me
Then I'll offer myself to be used
I will shunt between 2 shades
There is no grey for me
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have Bipolar (Disorder)
That my mood swings like a pendulum
That I will drive you mad
Or make you sad
Or I'll laugh till I drop
That you will never understand
Who I am today
Dealing with my situation
Will depress you.
I can literally **** your life out too.
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I have NPD
(Narcissistic Personality Disorder)
That I will always think of me
That my dreams and aspirations will be so big
I wont have time for empathy
That I left my childhood behind
So don't bug me with sensitivity
I am afraid of your committment
Cause no one can hold me still
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
Will you love me if I said
I am terminally ill
That my pain is unbearable
My hope has dimmed out too
And I can see no end to my misery
But even though my life's a thread
I really want to have a full life again
I want to be able to trade my pain
If someone would only be game.
But I know it is not possible
Hence I ask for what is
Will you love me truly, even then?
Cause your love will make all the difference.
You see this world's bursting with people who ache!
You and I have the difference to make.
It is so easy to empathize
With someone who pain is visible in daylight
But spare a thought for those who ache inwardly
Trapped in a battle with their minds eccentricity!
If your courage be so strong
That pain not withstanding you choose to bond
Live that life that gives glory
Share that love, that speaks a story
Love ceaselessly, love like it truly is!
Love above humans no one can
Cause loving like HIM,
Needs a supreme hand!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
It's up to me to build the future
With committment in my heart
Being honest with my neighbors
Is the point where I must start
A life must always aim for truth
No hypocrisy prevail
With no blemish in my make up
If I aim for less I fail
Integrity to one another
Puts a deeper trust in place
To uphold that awesome value
Is to lift the human race
I must always stand on honor
And be forthright to the bone
Always strive to be less selfish
Where no evil turns me wrong
There will be a better future
On that loftier plateau
God will bless me for the wisdom
If I choose that course to grow
When I truly ply those basics
There's a difference I can make
I must be a good example.....
Our third planet is at stake
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 6:19 AM UTC
Thinking about you,
but you are interested in others.
Waiting for you,
But u have no time ,
You are fixed,
You are interested at sometimes.
Committment, dedication are just brilliant word for you.
Terror, terror,terror
terror smelling every nook and corner
Spring lost its favor ?
But the real love is wandering.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Your arms reach out for me, still unsure of the touch.
Your eyes search mine for confirmation,
could there be love this much.
Every day of your being has made it harder to be apart.
Not one to fall so easily yet I have surrendered to you my heart.
I make no false predictions, no blind eye to what lays beyond
I promise only my committment to be beside you until you say Be gone.
My strength will be your vessel. My love your guiding star.
My patience there beside you.My wisdom to to steer from wrong.
Again your arms reach out to hold me, this time I guide them in.
It is a new found feeling, Love..... let the new journey begin.
I dedicate this poem to my new granddaughter Sophie. Sep 24 2010.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
Concern I am as a mother of three
of young girls and young boys, of today you see
Their parents wake up as early as 3
Spend time at work night and day
Hours of strenuous day
of hot and cold sweat ,
drains most of their energy ,
cooks their brain half dead
just to own some money
the sole breadwinners for family
a total responsibility,
unwritten committment never a burden
for the sake of love for family..sons and daughters
So dear young sons and daughters
Remember to value your parents sacrifices
not only for the material worth
but for their wisdom and virtues
the tears of blood that sometimes fall
to make you human and man of your own
but look at yourself today and ask
how much love have you sacrificed?
to honor these two great people
who'd given everything for you, even their life
to even write a word or two
to appreciate their love and compliment their good deeds
in a form of prose, haiku or poetry
instead everyday you declare to the whole world outside
look this is my man or the woman I love
till death do us part... till eternity
Your parents who've raised
and known you your whole young life
is no longer priority?
How pathetic.. how unfortunate... how sad..
for a second try to put yourselves
in your parents shoes....
imagine their smiles if they are reassured
that your love for them
is not number two....
so... do think wise!
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Honestly, I was paralysed
Quick breathed, chest choking kind
That numbs to the tips of fingers
And the bottom of the heart,
Feet spread wide apart as if I ever stood a chance of taking the blow.
Its stings,
bleary eyed I'm blinking and rubbing at the skin, massage the redness away;
All that nasty shame and the ridiculous burn of guilt
That has me wilting round my shadow.
I think I might have seen something,
Hints bleeding into the beauty of blissfull ignorance and dulling the gleam,
Blinkers just a little skew-wiff
To let the light in and shine on your bare ***
Going to town between someone else's legs.
You dont look half as nice now,
Your flesh is pale and hair curls darkly
And its gross, like those meaty moans
That make you sound like a boar.
I can't call her a ***** not really,
But shes enjoying herself with the lie of one
Screaming obscenities to God
As if hed take time out of his
Busy schedule to fulfil her voyeristic fantasies,
Deity bowing his head to watch
You smash into her and smash us to pieces.
You're shuddering and shes faking those screams
There"s no glee in her eyes, just the simpering emptiness of making you feel like a man.
But your not, you're a coward
Who's **** is fond of flattery,
chases it like a puppy, perking up hopefully to be petted.
I dont think I'm upset anymore.
I'm out the door and rain falls cool on the ground
I'm crunching down the gravel,
shedding my committment,
It's has a satisfying sound that dies
Beaneath my boot as you stumble after me.
'It's not what you think'
It's funny because I honestly
Hadn't thought anything except
I'd never never seem you like that before;
Not so raw and pasty
And ugly.
Maybe you'll meander back into my mind
As divine as you have been before
But right now I deplore the memory.
I dont love you
Because I dont know who you are.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
Let me go first in the cave
to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face,
my ancestor, relic of reclusive
committment, eaten by hierarchical
grass, inch by inch.
Calories burn to free the bones
from the green pond, beached, skinned
and fished alive for a weird ritual
offering rice, flowers, tamarind and wheat.
Bald, hungry eyes were looking at approvingly.
I was searching unself papyrus,
to print the tale of agonising
travel of a small colossus, from
night to night to track a dragging sun
in mud and water.
O, groaning seed, you are the paradox.
Neither tree, nor root, only a promise
to destroy the fear. I will wait till the next
sun-eclipse, when you turn
outside into inside!
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
he wants me, but doesn't know how to get close to me.
i am dangerous,
a girl dressed in caution tape,
a ticking time bomb who wears too much mascara.
the cameras in his pupils record my hands tucked into my sleeves,
the careful way my eyes dart around,
and they send little warning messages to the part of his brain
that wants to **** me on his mother's blue couch.
noted: how i rarely text back,
how my smiles are too frequent to be genuine,
how i pull him along on a string with no intention of committment.
he doesn't know, not really, but i'm sure he can see
the storm lurking deep in my eyes.
being only a fledgling sailor, he is afraid to steer his ship in my direction.
i do not blame him.
i am dangerous,
a girl dressed in caution tape,
i am a ticking time bomb, and i have his name written all over me.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
a year.
winter, spring, summer,fall.
normally I'd be packing my bags
preparing to leave.
some ******** statement about growth and the next adventure
as
i
walk
out
the
door
my trend.
I guess I could stay awhile longer
but that would involve commitment.
and futuristic thinking
(Which is ******* scary for me)
reflecting: I've ran a lot.
why?
I find it simpler
less messy
committment involves giving more of myself
committment involves vulnerability
and perhaps what I find even more terrifying
committment requires
hope.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Something has taught me different things-
Sacrifice
Committment
Patience
Faith
Hope
Trust
Dream
Concern
It is unconditional.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Ive noticed i always try to get close to an animal. To bond with them so they will never have to feel alone. Sadly i give up just before and i cant tell if that shows who i am as a person or who i use to be. I try so hard to get close to someone to make it finally last a lifetime but always give up when theres nothing left of me to give. id rather be hooked up to a lie detector test to finally realize if i can truly feel more than depression. I would like to know if every i love you ive ever whispered on unwilling naive ears were ever true or if i simply was telling them what they wanted to hear. I dont want to be that person who tears apart every person i have ever kissed. Im afraid to be alone and im starting to think thats what pushes me into the relationships ive been in rather than falling in love. Love. It always comes back to that whether in the poems we recite with all our hearts or the stories behind the scars. I dont know if ive honestly felt love, true overwhelmingly undying love but i know i have come so close to it. Where i could feel the stars in every embrace and every kiss was like a volcanic eruption. So when i tell you im scared dont brush it off like the time you broke that picture frame and told yourself it didnt matter anyways. I am not some object but im learning to love or maybe pretending to. I will never be ready for committment but i still try everyday
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC