Poems about Risk
#risk
Poems about risk, here you'll find poetry about taking risks and exposing ourselves to dangerous situations. Poems about risking danger or harm, along with poetry about putting our emotions on the line.
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 12:10pm
18th Apr 2024 12:10pm
I Won't Be In Today
Such low desire
to join the world today
the better solution
would be that you call in sick
and join me in bed
and we can nourish
another sickness.
to join the world today
the better solution
would be that you call in sick
and join me in bed
and we can nourish
another sickness.
#dreams
#lust
#risk
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 10:43pm
16th Apr 2024 10:43pm
Hereditary
I'm destined to fail
Both parents unsuccessful
Can I make a change?
Both parents unsuccessful
Can I make a change?
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
#choices
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:09pm
15th Apr 2024 1:09pm
Silent - Pursued
Two Years Ago, Lucy
No good, Jace mouthed to her. I'll text you later.
The lad Gavin had calmed down, though not totally. He remained shaky and close to tears. The explosion of sheer emotion had shocked her. She decided to leave and let Jace and Gavin talk among themselves, as she'd already worked out what must have happened: the girl in black, Philippa. Another witch, from the sounds of it.
Her half-sister.
Earlier.
Jace told her about Philippa when they'd met at six-thirty. The facts fitted, as she'd always known that Dad had an...
No good, Jace mouthed to her. I'll text you later.
The lad Gavin had calmed down, though not totally. He remained shaky and close to tears. The explosion of sheer emotion had shocked her. She decided to leave and let Jace and Gavin talk among themselves, as she'd already worked out what must have happened: the girl in black, Philippa. Another witch, from the sounds of it.
Her half-sister.
Earlier.
Jace told her about Philippa when they'd met at six-thirty. The facts fitted, as she'd always known that Dad had an...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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brokentitanium
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k.
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 12:53pm
15th Apr 2024 12:53pm
Butterflies don’t get trapped in spider webs, so I must be something different…
this web of my own choosing
I even helped to build
its supporting structure
has upheld me
and those I love
through countless trials
invisible, sticky strings
of friendship
holding tight
preventing flight
I don’t want to tear the fabric
for those who still belong
but they’re too heavy to take with me
I am afraid to fly
alone.
I don’t know where I’m going
and I am afraid to stay
grounded
lest my wings (soul) dry up
drop off
the path...
I even helped to build
its supporting structure
has upheld me
and those I love
through countless trials
invisible, sticky strings
of friendship
holding tight
preventing flight
I don’t want to tear the fabric
for those who still belong
but they’re too heavy to take with me
I am afraid to fly
alone.
I don’t know where I’m going
and I am afraid to stay
grounded
lest my wings (soul) dry up
drop off
the path...
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#escape
#risk
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:54pm
2nd Apr 2024 3:54pm
Be Wary
beauty is insidious
consider
the deadly nightshade
beauty is an illusion
consider
the poisonous butterfly
beauty has a dark side
consider
that chocolate brownie
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
consider
the deadly nightshade
beauty is an illusion
consider
the poisonous butterfly
beauty has a dark side
consider
that chocolate brownie
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#beauty
#passion
#risk
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 7:45pm
22nd Mar 2024 7:45pm
Silent - A Secret Revealed
Two Years Ago, Lucy
The coast was busy, the tide out. She sat on a bench further down, away from the locals, and waited for him.
They'd talked yesterday afternoon, although she'd been wary of him at first. It had happened just after Arthur had discovered her and Gavin at the House. She'd waited for Arthur by the bungalow and Arthur had dropped her off in town in the car, maintaining still that the boy Pete Whittaker wasn't Dad's son but Terence's. On the way back to the Bed and Breakfast, she'd passed Jace on the street and he'd stopped her to talk about Monday...
The coast was busy, the tide out. She sat on a bench further down, away from the locals, and waited for him.
They'd talked yesterday afternoon, although she'd been wary of him at first. It had happened just after Arthur had discovered her and Gavin at the House. She'd waited for Arthur by the bungalow and Arthur had dropped her off in town in the car, maintaining still that the boy Pete Whittaker wasn't Dad's son but Terence's. On the way back to the Bed and Breakfast, she'd passed Jace on the street and he'd stopped her to talk about Monday...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 7:14pm
22nd Mar 2024 7:14pm
Silent - Searching In Despair
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Missing you xxx Philippa had texted.
The compulsory morning session over, I caught another taxi back to the House. Philippa wasn't in her room.
Where are you? I texted.
I searched through the grounds, my eyes playing tricks on me from the heat and lack of sleep. I hurried past the water fountains, through the landscaped gardens, the weather getting muggier.
Down the grassy mound and round the back to the Remembrance Garden, sweat pouring from my forehead and face, onto my t-shirt. Along the driveway in the clammy...
Missing you xxx Philippa had texted.
The compulsory morning session over, I caught another taxi back to the House. Philippa wasn't in her room.
Where are you? I texted.
I searched through the grounds, my eyes playing tricks on me from the heat and lack of sleep. I hurried past the water fountains, through the landscaped gardens, the weather getting muggier.
Down the grassy mound and round the back to the Remembrance Garden, sweat pouring from my forehead and face, onto my t-shirt. Along the driveway in the clammy...
#love
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 6:32pm
16th Mar 2024 6:32pm
Silent - A Stern Warning
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I woke up on the floor again, momentarily confused. Yawning, Philippa headed to the showers. She returned, and I went for a shower next. Later, we walked down to the breakfast cafeteria, conscious of the icy silence that fell the moment we entered the room. Dawn left as soon as she could without drawing attention to herself, and one of the other pianists followed and caught up with her, throwing me a filthy look at the door.
Another girl had taken Lucy's place behind the hatch. Blonde. Similar to Lucy but different. Philippa and I grabbed...
I woke up on the floor again, momentarily confused. Yawning, Philippa headed to the showers. She returned, and I went for a shower next. Later, we walked down to the breakfast cafeteria, conscious of the icy silence that fell the moment we entered the room. Dawn left as soon as she could without drawing attention to herself, and one of the other pianists followed and caught up with her, throwing me a filthy look at the door.
Another girl had taken Lucy's place behind the hatch. Blonde. Similar to Lucy but different. Philippa and I grabbed...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 7:08pm
8th Mar 2024 7:08pm
Silent - Danger
The Present, Lucy
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 3:07am
6th Mar 2024 3:07am
at this moment in this hour
at this moment
in this hour
sitting in my room
alone looking up as
the ceiling smiles
at this moment
in this hour
lighting another
smoke for myself
and the ghost of
Dan Fante
at this moment
in this hour
deciding there is
nothing more
important to do
then nothing
at this moment
in this hour
remembering a
hundred wars of
defeat, a hundred
wars of victory
at this moment
in this hour
the old...
in this hour
sitting in my room
alone looking up as
the ceiling smiles
at this moment
in this hour
lighting another
smoke for myself
and the ghost of
Dan Fante
at this moment
in this hour
deciding there is
nothing more
important to do
then nothing
at this moment
in this hour
remembering a
hundred wars of
defeat, a hundred
wars of victory
at this moment
in this hour
the old...
#death
#fate
#luck
#bittersweet
#risk
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4 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 6:03am
4th Mar 2024 6:03am
herself she placed on display
the naked lady
wears her nothing on
the sunshine
shows her freckled skin
from hair to knees
feet hidden below walls
even the young boys
she her look unashamed
her curtains still open
her eyes still closed
the sun moves away
each her hours pass
come night now
she proves herself
the open window breathed
eyes still peeking
wears her nothing on
the sunshine
shows her freckled skin
from hair to knees
feet hidden below walls
even the young boys
she her look unashamed
her curtains still open
her eyes still closed
the sun moves away
each her hours pass
come night now
she proves herself
the open window breathed
eyes still peeking
#women
#identity
#freedom
#morality
#risk
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 1:44am
3rd Mar 2024 1:44am
Anything But I Love You
In a new relationship
saying the first
I love you
is like throwing yourself in the air
hoping to be caught in his strong arms
while anticipating the pain
of your ass hitting the concrete floor
Saying the first
I love you
is offering your special homemade cookies
only for them to be declined
because they're not vegan
After a certain age
saying the first
I love you
is an atheist's prayer
or a flash of expensive jewelry
bound to be stolen
in a...
saying the first
I love you
is like throwing yourself in the air
hoping to be caught in his strong arms
while anticipating the pain
of your ass hitting the concrete floor
Saying the first
I love you
is offering your special homemade cookies
only for them to be declined
because they're not vegan
After a certain age
saying the first
I love you
is an atheist's prayer
or a flash of expensive jewelry
bound to be stolen
in a...
#love
#risk
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