#responsibility poems on Hello Poetry

Ruya Mar 7

there's an ocean behind her eyes
an ocean in which she drowns
it's unlike any
for no light reaches
perhaps,
it's the waves
which she can't pull herself out from
they tug her in
they drag her back
and she pours in
she melts
she returns
as if she had never left at all

there's a desert behind his struggle
and between the sun-kissed orbs
that loved to gaze on the sun
there's a hollowness he feels
it was as if he walked around
on naked feet
and upon broken shards of glass
but there’s a duty he bears
as if suddenly turning older
it meant becoming atlas
with the world upon his shoulders
and his own became ash

but he stays quiet
lips tightened shut
even if the silence weeps

and there's so much to say
but the words are already lost
between what couldn't have been
and between what was
at least most

and there's so
so many paths to walk on
but her bones ache
and he doesn't remember the last time
he had taken a breathe and had sat down

and they might meet,
between holding on and letting go
they might meet on the wrong road
or on the middle
or in the end
at the right time
at the wrong place
and in between
just two strangers walking by

they might meet
in one gaze
in a single glance

and it would take little
to see the ghosts
of what they used to be
crawling behind
and the trail of blood
it would take very little
to see the ashes of dreams
upon their feet

to see the water
and to see the sand

it would take very little

#love #ways #water #ocean #loss #people #drowning #duty #responsibility

Lostling Mar 2

A Path Divided

If I betray my freedom
I betray myself,
Becoming a stranger in my own skin
Quietly echoing the voice of the crowd.
But if I betray the rules,
Break free and stray from the paved path,
I betray my comrades
I betray the people I lead

If I break free, I stand alone in exile
But if I conform, “I” do not exist anymore

#freedom #self #responsibility #conform #society #expectations #rules

Dux Arthas De Leon Jan 15

Too young to be this old

Hope I could've swung at the branch of the trees, feeling the breeze of air and sun's breath through my skin; or ran along a field with my little feet along with an endless possibilities.

Could've held my little hand and led me to the path my feet desired to be.
Yet your hands were bigger than mine; for you are the creator, and I am just the Adam you carved to escape your horror.

Maybe if you loosen the grip that's pressed so tightly, and freed me from the chain of responsibilities you coerced myself to be;

Maybe, just maybe, could I swing at the branch of trees and ran with my feet and feel the breath of air and sun's breath rushing through my skin, and fulfill even the slightest possibility.

#parents #dream #responsibility #lifethatslost

Carlos Iglesias Jan 13

Bored on a Friday Night

Fridays were always fun.

Jack was always the bold one, but once you knew him, it wasn’t that bad. You be surprised, once he got going, he became the life of the party.

Jerry was sweet and got along with everyone, though if you cornered him, he has one hell-of-a-punch.

Tito was smooth too, and like Jerry, got along with everyone. But became a bit bitter later in life.

Jim, Jose and Bulleit—man those three guys always got into trouble. They were ok at first, but we had a falling out as they fought with themselves and everyone else. Probably for the best not to worry about them.

And Mary. I don’t know how to explain it. She had a certain allure, an air about her. She is sweet, good looking, and super funny. No matter who she is with she can have a good time, down to party whenever.

I suppose we all have lives now.
Too responsible.
But we deserve to have a good time, right?
It is a Friday.
I’ll be honest out of everyone I’d contact, it would be Mary. Maybe Jack and Jerry, only if Mary said she was cool with them as well. Anyone else though and the good times will not roll.

Aware of our poisons, we weigh responsibility as an adult, a want vs need or nothing in between. Reliance and aware of over-indulging. If you know what the names mean, let me know your poison is.

#loneliness #depression #truth #acknowledgment #temptation #responsibility #men #mental #health

Sara Barrett Jan 11

Born to Mother

At nineteen, I became a mother,
a title that shook the stars—
barely an adult, but now a world-builder,
my dreams reshaped by tiny hands.

A poignant reflection on becoming a mother at nineteen, where the joy of welcoming new life is tempered by the weight of responsibility. This poem captures the growth of a young woman as she embraces the challenges and rewards of motherhood, her dreams reshaped by the needs of a child.

#teenmom #motherhood #resilience #growth #transformation #responsibility #love #strength #newbeginnings #empowerment

Kundai N Nov 2024

The wise cut

We've cut the tree for warmth in winter's chill,
Only to lose its shade when summer's heat is still.
Cut only a branch, and let new life begin,
And you'll have fire and shade to cherish within.

#responsibility #responsible #living #accountability #choosewisely #consequencesofouractions

melancholicreator Jul 2024

pieces left

i witnessed it traverse across and rip the sky open
in one big swoop

like my zipper when i
**** on the curb

careless

maybe if i cared less
it wouldn’t have affected me

this meteorite of reality

crushing all i have

i am nothing
for i am to them only
what i provide and prove
nothing more

give
give
give

silently stars cry
as we all enjoy and benefit
from the glimmer and light dance
as we all look away
while they dwarf into voids

there is a man
somewhere
in some corner of some bookstore
or bar or apartment building
filling his lungs and soul
with tar
while he wishes it was
the world
which he could watch
burn

instead of himself

and as he’s practically forced to pick a side
and pick another pick me girl
another job application
a college major
a plethora of healthy habits
yet still amongst so many
and so many choices
he sits alone

what brings despair is cheered upon
what he accomplishes is
stomped
like a bug
burned to dust
at mach speeds

the same curb he ****** on

graffiti on the wall behind it

it says
“live
love
laugh”

he
definitely
laughs

has he brought this
ying and yang of life
upon himself?

why does it all seem just bad
sometimes?

why is the joy and genuineness of people
so fleeting?

why is it ninety nine percent
utter *******
and the rest just
dark matter?

only sometimes
fluctuating into a
big bang
of the real
version of us

he tries to live
he tries to love

is there really a
*******
difference?

doesn’t one just **** you
quicker than the other?

or at least feels like it?

i’d rather laugh

i’ll just face the mirror
face them all
face all of it

and just
*******

laugh

it’s all
comedy
anyways

just let
me
****
and
laugh
in

peace
and

in
pieces

now that
is what
i call
a genuine
choice

and i call it one
as i call my own
horrible hypocrisy

it’s the only

*******

choice

left

tell the men in your life
that you love them

and prove it

#love #men #loneliness #responsibility #society #choices #spirituality