Obligations Poems - Poems about Obligations

I’m old, so don’t rely on me Don't count on me if something happens I care not to spill my tea I’m useless with all kinds of weapons If human race would be incentive To imitate me, there won’t be No wars, offensive or defensive No other conflicts, so I’d be Your God of Peace, my dear nations Put down your fingers off my...

Continue reading...

Dreams come in all shapes and sizes As we shift in the night Side to side, back and forth Weaving a path That takes us in and out of ourselves A self struggling to get right And make it right, always and only With itself. These debts and obligations Follow us everywhere As our baggage and shadow Weighing us down Keeping feet on the ground While making...

Continue reading...

to pay your bills when on a pension often you’ll need an extension...

Continue reading...

This is not to you, rather for you whether you take it for granted or count it as a favour, The flavours you brought in every bit of I savoured, enchanted and mistaken, for god's sake never waivered, and here lied the danger, when I'm still here as a stranger....

Continue reading...

virgins foolish run the bridegroom on his own time they knock at each door 2 July 2021...

Continue reading...

Come and be a part of me, now conjoined Our lives meshed relentlessly caught Netted forever in daily favours we appoint In constant debt to save love's abort Entity rules written on parchment ethereal Compile acumen requirements Tolerance adopts compassionate interior Faith pledge beckons kindness Independance threatens from near corner Sinister as demon intending to leap Reports a lost opportunity to love coroner Solitary...

Continue reading...

Covered thinly, by a bloody clot. Unhealed. Congealed. Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress fulfilled. That your body is still here is the best that can be said of this, the first year....

Continue reading...

Grimlins sneaking in Stealing her joy Choking the life right out of her minutes She hestitated before she committed, but it never matters much in the end She has to begin again Another calendar full of penciled in Appointments...

Continue reading...