"responsibilty" poems
Responsibilty
I dance away from thee
Why can't you just let me be
Escape with some poetry
and voy age for free
A void created
my feet elated
As the A-Voy Dance
is celebrated
We all know this game
As we tango with shame
Find something to blame
Time went and now came
Tax day approaches
Conscience coaches
mind scatters like roaches
A Voy Dance encroaches
Merengue away my tasks
Sip from all of life's flasks
Eye's wide shut with masks
Sick again? your boss asks
Avoid dance, and die in a box
No Samba dancing underground
Alive I feel richer than fort Knox
Lost but now A Voy dance is found...
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
All it take is one to be happy.
Even if two could make it better.
All is take is one to stand up.
Altho' more give you more strength.
Self reliance.
Is self responsibilty.
We can blame failure on another.
Except the fault lies with you.
All it take is one to be truthful.
And against lies your honesty will shine through.
It's the best example of the charcter's within you.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
A fire rages through a manufacturing plant.
And many under paid and truly innocent people dies.
As they sew clothes for well known brand apparel firms.
And, when the news spotlight the well known brand.
Instantly, they send out the spokes persons to defend their name.
Suddenly, it's nobody's responsibilty for these death.
What American or foreigner?
Doesn't believe that many famous celebrities isn't at fault.
Sure they indiretly share the blame simply because they lent out their name.
While not questioning a single thing.
We know for cheaper pay.
Many countries does corporation dirt work.
Which only gets spotlighted.
When innocent people dies in a fire.
Executives, only cares about the dollar sign.
And the investors seeking profit too.
Is right there behind them.
And they wonder, why people complains?
Because we know.
It's nobody's responsibilty when death comes.
We blame someone for it.
As long as it's not us.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 8:52 AM UTC
twined like bristle on ordinance days
but not quite as mystical.
Where are we going
and what have we cast,
responsibilty came yodelling
by torrents
and plainly unsettled withdtew
to her plot.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
Bow Bow Bow!!!
Here comes my brother
We met when I was a kid
bt when I grew up
the relation between us has taken another form
from a dog to my brother
As both of us were growing up
both behaviour changed
both were not liked by anyone
but nobody couldn't throw me bcoz
I was born from a human body &
you were treated as a neglected creature with no emotion
And our solitude was never understood by anyone
I could speak, but you couldn't
I speaked about my ache to you , you listened quietly & you blink your eyes that you understood
But I never understood your pain
Your tears
I didnt knew what you wanted
maybe because I m a human with less capacity of emotion & to think about only oneself
Everyday of my busy schedule,
when I m away from you, at times I forget about you
your loneliness of which I took the responsibility & I failed to fulfil it,
but you never complained & everyday you are lying like a deadbody in a solitaire
Sometimes I understood , but I forgot
Sometimes I played with you, the other moment I m gone
But you are all alone in a single haunting room
Scratching the floor to escape
being aggresive towards others
Bcoz nor I or anybody could see your pain &
we took you as a pet servant to serve us but in return you only wanted our love, a companion and a patner
Your eyes are full of depth, where nobody cares to look into it,
but when I looked into your eyes
I cud see your pain , which made me transform & I became compassionate towards you
And in you I got my brother
Whch I always wanted
You gave me everything, but I couldnt give you anything
And now I am leaving this place,
giving my responsibilty to someone else,
but your eyes said me something which couldn't be put into words,
And I am afraid that I will not be able to see you again when I am back
But with a teary smile I left the place in a hope to meet you again .....
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
My parents often ask me, why are you so stressed, why are you so depressed, . . . . . why are you so . . . crazy?
Here and now I am going to answer that question.
1. stress
The main reason I stress is from responsibility.
RESPONSIBILITY
The word makes me go insane
All of it causes pain.
Sibilings, five younger sibilings,
they all have their things.
they each have someting that either causes me a responsibilty or stress, because its a constant worry, love.
School, all eight classes,
you expect aces.
I can't be perfect, but you want me to be, and that is a huge responsibility.
Home, all of it,
every single bit.
A home requires everybody to have a responsibility.
2. deppresed
The main reason i am often sad, mad, or a mixture of both is that you wouldn't accept me.
NO ACCEPTENCE
To know that you would hate me,
stops me from being free.
Gender, i hate it,
why do we label ourselfs why dont we quit.
I just want to be free and ya'll dont like that, so i can't.
Sexuality, mine is different,
and you would accept it.
The world is different why cant you see that, why is different bad?
Religon, the worst of all,
the lectures make me feel so small.
You force and force and it makes me wat t be farther and farther away.
3. crazy
I am crazy because you dont care.
OBLIVION
You can't see me trying so hard,
the only things you see tears me apart.
I am trying, cant you see,
being perect for you is always who i've been tring to be.
Don't you see me working, all the time, trying to please all of ya'll.
Perfection, its impossible,
nothing can be perfectly aligned on the table.
Why do I have to be your perfect christain daughter who does so well in school while I am unhappy? Why can't I be your unperfect person that follows their dreams and is happy?
- Your unperfect human, Zan.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
So a journey, or a walk about, kept me off these pages, time not my closest friend.
I struggled with my task at hand, worried that I would fail in the end.
Mercy has a gentle touch, her whispers fall on true ears,
she helped me with my new load, she brought light to my fears.
Childish laughter now crys replace,
rattling pots and things out of place.
Being a Grandparent ,with a responsibilty to uphold,
without this joy and laughter, the burden would be a load.
I am a different poet, some may fine,
not all punctuations or phrases in line.
Take time to put away your 'P' and 'Q's,
you may fine a line or two that reflects or amuse.
Yes, life is a journey, this I have said,
wrote a book about it, on every page.
So, I am back, check up on some friends,
read what they have and see where they have been.
If you are new here and stumble on me,
I hope you enjoy what I got to read.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
Deep inside
Somewhere at the bottom of heart,
somewhere in mind
a thought runs,
a feeling remains
There is this thing called love for life,
which ceases to die.
A sense of attachment makes a way for sense of understanding
Responsibilty comes next on the list of priority,
then comes possession,
a feeling that can neither be ignored,
nor can it be denied.
Till now I was part of team,
however, as of now I want to lead the same.
So if you want to be a leader nothing wrong in it,
but always understand responsibility brings along with it a sense of trust that needs to be developed on own,
by one's own experience.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
What man he was?
Even if he barely talked about in the scriptures.
Still, what man he was?
To take on a woman with child.
Where some reports wasn't his natural born?
Oh, what man he was?
To cherish and nurture, as his.
Just for that love for him.
He must have left an influence upon him.
This man showed kindness.
This man showed grace.
This man showed compassion.
And he's rarely spoken of for the things he done.
This man reached out and accepted responsibilty.
He loved this woman with true deepness and sincerity.
And played apart in his step son life.
Even if he doesn't get that respect from many ministers.
Oh, God.
What man he was?
To some he was Christ step father.
To some he was a true father.
Even if he never ever parted water.
To me, he was a great role model.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Somethings, you think about.
And know the answer before it comes.
You just seeking confirmation on the matter.
Some issues pushes us to see the truth of reality.
Somethings, are done for many reasons.
We just chose to question's the happenings.
They could be of our own making.
Or a higher force for a teaching.
Somethings just got to be outside our reaching it.
It's through growth we see maturity.
It's through growth we learn responsibilty.
And it comes from something we have done.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
My formless fear has its cycles
And it lives within me like a shadow
My formless fear is a desire
If it was a bird it would be a crow
My perception shifts.
Knwoledge is a trap , so is the art to percieve
And to manipulate fate living by " evrything is written" as a philosophy
My choices aren't mine , i am just a tool
My vision shifts , so does the true truth
My allies are intangible , though i am objectively measurable
A fair creator would only discard such a rebel
Everything happens for a reason , i trust life fully
But i dont want to take responsibilty.
I am just a tool everything is written
I exist through a knwoldge that is hidden
I trust life as i see and understand
My formless fear takes form as a pen in my hand
After all the writer was only a man.
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
I remember you
you are painful to remember
your face a muse in my deepest beliefs
on what the real meaning of love is
or mAYbe something else
Im so bound by my memories of you
they fall in my mind like the roots of dandylions
but with wishes that never came true
sometimes I feel
that I wish I could have lived with you in some remote world
far from the one we met
far from the one that any who have felt this way will ever go
Im engrossed in my simplicity towards you
towards your remarkable face
you brought joy
you brought anguish
you brought fear
and deliverance
to the furthest place away from you that my feet could possibly take me
why is it that my mind always goes back to you
at times
when Im almost on the edge of relief
you take my sanity away from me
and Im left in the same place once more
I feel like a failure everytime
who is left with nothing
not even the joy in my commitment of straying myself away
from the very core of you
for it is imbedded in my core
you are the seed and Im the outer layer of the fruit
that will never ripen with time
or with age
Im stuck in a pandominoum
in a world
where the sun does not shine
and I do not move foward
I assume that the only thing that will bring me refuge
is your voice
which is the only thing that terrorizes me most
you are a monster caged in the very depths of my thoughts
I have lost the key to let you go
to free you from my restless mind
I hear your echoes every night beaming in my head
agony mixed with revelations of something I was so unfamiliar with
until your frail and young exsistence came into my life
I did not want to be the one to show you
the one to bring you into that world
it was so painful for me
will you ever now
how weak I felt holding that responsibilty in my small hands
I have never felt so small before
the sin
the relaxtion
the realse
the pain
you let me be the barrer of these
and now Im left with all except relaxtion
and without you
our story falls on the thorns of beautiful roses
Im stuck on the needles
while I stare at the pedals in rememberance
of all the things that I can no longer touch
with my veins
I end this poem like I ended me and you
without wanting to
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:40 PM UTC
to all the mothers in the world-who are raising their liitle
boys and girls.-it is plain to see that you have a tremendous responsibilty.
whether we are single or with a spouse
have an apartment or a house.
not many people know the pain you go through.
except the ones who are close to you.
when you are single and no one to give a helping hand
and no one to encourage you-or ease your pain.
it will never be the same-as someone with a caring spouse
who is a man and not a louse.
you struggle to give them all you can without the help of a man.
for there are very few men who will take on the responsibility
of raising someone else's kids.
unless they are in the same boat as you-and don't know
what to do raising his children on his own-in hopes that
they will be big and strong-and for them to see-he is holding his responsibility.
so if this man and woman can join forces as one
there is nothing under the sun-that can shake their faith
in the one up above-for he has given them this love.
and for the women who do have a man to share
the responsibility.-don't ever set them free-
because what you give up today
some one else will pick up the slack, and never give him back
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Responsibility,
Can be painful at times,
When you don't back off,
And let me do what I think,
Is right..
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Young love, is a blind love.
When you think it's the best love.
Especially, when you're a teenager.
And very unaware of the games used to attract.
Those words, of I love you.
Draw in many to make rash decisions.
Many young girls know it.
The nine months ahead shows it.
And the young males realize it.
When they both must face responsibilty.
Young love.
Oh, the things you learn from it.
When your heart becomes broken.
Many goes through life looking back.
That your first crush.
Might have just been an infatuation of the heart.
And the only reason many are together is because of a child.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
A good man.
Has his reputation in tact.
A good man.
A woman can easily tell him.
He don't run from responsibilty.
He accepts that.
And even a little more.
He holds his own against comments.
He deserves all those compliments.
That gets level toward him.
To his child.
He leaves a good impression.
To his woman.
He gives her reasons to adore him.
Even stay in love with him.
Because ,he's a good man.
Not ever pretending to be.
He could teach others.
If they willing.
To adapt and be like him.
Because, he's a good man
And raised perfectly by his parents.
Yes, he has his faults.
But he's above being bought.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
One of her last remaining Snakeshead died from his wounds,
Restating his oath to serve Andulan before slipping beneath the black,
No song awaited him on the other side, only pools of venom,
On an island of silence.
That killed down to the last, knew his survival was heavy,
So he tore off a symbol of his responsibilty, from a brotherly neck.
Andulan was found passed out and alone, with a starry sky above to glimpse upon,
It didn't exist for him, all that mattered was that his beloved was still alive,
Battered and bruised, but living nonetheless.
He carried her off into the forest, taking her to a clearing beside a frog filled pond.
It croaked with slimy life, pouches of green littered the vernal pool, filled with capsules.
It was a melodious, low pitched song that eased him to sleep beside her,
He'd wake up with her lying over him.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
The same hands formed us all.
Mounds of clay
with the power of free will.
I will never understand the spectrum
of "imperfections"
that people must constantly
judge eachother for.
We were created with one responsibilty:
to love eachother.
So far,
we have failed miserably.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
The joy felt inside the soul when your face appears.
Love at first sights. Sights.
Everytime I see you it is indeed like the first time.
A best friend you are for a while now.
Confession is good for the soul and I must confess what seeing you does to a young one like me.
A young one like you, we fit perfectly together.
Like a father holding his baby for the first time.
Not perfect, but perfect.
The edges that come with smoothe curves define our relationship.
If I ever told this thought to anyone older than me.
I am instantly shunned and cast aside for I have no home training.
Should the heart be cut out and put in a treasure box for safety.
Should I cross emotions out of every book in the world as it never exist, for I am not old enough to feel what the bigger ones feel.
You're wrong. Once she knows what is right or wrong in the world, she should have the ability to feel with humility.
The moment when you can be yourself to your best friend and the one you call your lover.
Then there are days you wonder about age and responsibilty, see we noticed and quite not oblivious to what is going on.
What if the so called high school crush is more than a crush.
What if it is destined at such an age we found ur missing rib, and that crush will be our last crush, and turn out to be our true love after all. True love which we felt from our hearts. True love from the start.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
I look at the cracked screen, blistered. Shards ripped, fell into the earth. Glass on my hands, glass in the dirt. Glass in my feet, it doesn't really hurt. Glass in my brain, not fully comprehending what I've just done. Grounded for life, & one broken phone. I'll pay for it to be fixed, I pay for it anyway. But what I pay for most, is the lack of responsibilty. Please lecture on, about my carelessness.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
Here on this paper
my lies have no meaning,
no purpose,
no responsibilty of the aftermath,
no hearts broken.
Here, lies can be cherished
for the beauty they are.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC