Responsibility Poems - Poems about Responsibility

IN AND OF CREATION’S RESPONSIBILITY (A Tanka 3 For The 6 and 7 days Given You & Me) God simply whispered, “...Be light…”! And here we all are: All engaged in war! A world created in love: Peacefully, worded from up above:- Why can’t we not see, A world given you and me, For all to live free? Satin’s only role for us; The awareness of...

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it's baggage on our mind when we'd prefer to be free we at once realize we've become caretakers weighed down with the burden of responsiblity look and resist the craving to own enjoy things in the moment it's surprising how little we need seek the freedom to be open to what comes our way unburdened and unencumbered stuff is the anchor to our past we...

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If you want to be happy get a pet a puppy a guppy or better yet a cockatoo a kangaroo but if you do just keep in mind someone must pick up what they leave behind such happiness is not free it comes with a touch of responsibility so here's the news be wary of which one you decide to choose ...

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Bench waits, hope takes field, One swing to change all the score, Clutch moment arrives. ©bfa051725 ...

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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...

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God simply whispered, “...Be light…”! And here we all are: All engaged in war: A world created in love; Peacefully from up above:- Why can’t we not see, A world given you and me, to live in all free? Satin’s only role for us, Is awareness of disgust:- War, Satin’s disgust: The self-destruction of us; Waring dawn to dust:- This evil must now cease; Praising God in loving peace! ...

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God simply whispered, “...be light…”! and here we all are: all engaged in war: A world created in love; Peacefully from up above:- Why can’t we not see, A world given you and me, to live in all free? Satin’s only role for us, Is awareness of disgust:- War, Satin’s disgust: The self-destruction of us; Waring dawn to dust:- This evil must now cease; Praising God in loving peace! ...

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What will it take? People taking stock admit their failings try to redress the damage done but it's too late ~ Our planet clearly violated it's easy to see Beyond shame and guilt there's you and me Posted on March 6, 2025...

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You carry an innocent soul As you wearing that white gown He still have a lot of repentance But why are you still confused He's carrying this manly responsibility His heart is going crazy right now As he ask you to wear that wedding ring Both parties turn into God and legal As this luck hit two blessing in one time A son in...

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WHY do I have to clean my room? because I said so and I'm your mother. Danny's mom cleans his room. You are not Danny and I'm not his mother. Everyone...

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Choose to be strong Decide and take full action And don't regret it....

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since when did you care about what your parents wanted, their trembling hands clutching dusty photo albums, dreams for you etched in whispers, like the fine print on a warranty you never read. smart, they said, smart enough to untangle the wires, but never the knots in your chest. immortal—they wanted you invincible, a timepiece that slowed down only for holidays and funerals, never noticing...

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Jack Horner was an impish little boy, who lived on Cherry Orchard farm; That produced varieties of fruit. For a mellowing sun, kept groves warm. The Horners had always been a serious set-no nonsense, like spring rain; And tried to teach their son responsibility, like time's jewels that remain. But, alas, it was a big challenge, with hilarious grasshoppers...

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Forget the cautionary calls for restraint — this world doesn’t need saviors. It wants hands that claw at the roots, Sick fangs that grind old ideas to dust. Ideas aren’t soft; they’re detonators, charged and ready to shatter the silence. You don’t repair a broken machine by merely shining its rust. The absence of thinking is a pandemic— eradicate it like a disease. Smash apathy...

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In the quiet dawn, a new role takes flight, A heart once carefree now learns to ignite. With tiny hands grasping, the world feels more true, Each laugh, every tear, brings wisdom anew. Responsibilities whisper, dreams start to shift, In the heart of a father, love becomes gift. Maturity...

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