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.
4Her411
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 3:38am
27th Jul 2021 3:38am
take a real stand
our shadow once danced on the wall
till covid-19 came a long
fully vaccinated we were
shorter our recovery time will be
so once again our shadows be
how stupid do you have to be
yielding to the man ?
why don't you take a real stand
remove Pelosi the crazy lady
and the real raciest
holding back every one
including the white man
she spins her lie across the land
treating you like children holding your hand
all she wants is to hold you back
every great person had to take a chance
not from a government...
till covid-19 came a long
fully vaccinated we were
shorter our recovery time will be
so once again our shadows be
how stupid do you have to be
yielding to the man ?
why don't you take a real stand
remove Pelosi the crazy lady
and the real raciest
holding back every one
including the white man
she spins her lie across the land
treating you like children holding your hand
all she wants is to hold you back
every great person had to take a chance
not from a government...
#identity
#freedom
#morality
#responsibility
#risk
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1 Comment
Cipher_O
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 9:36am
24th Jul 2021 9:36am
The Phenomenon
Orb appears -
A horizon of tree tops,
hovering…
A stillness that stirs
Into internalized
profundity,
inmost froze -
A process in sideways
Clockwise,
Dismantled time,
dimension -
A definitive separation,
pulsation,
Singular
Heart beat -
Ponderous pondering,
observing,
insectoid orbs of become
Dark
Night, cricket silence,
stillness,
into appearance
of
Illusion?
Orb begins
to
draw
near,
...
A horizon of tree tops,
hovering…
A stillness that stirs
Into internalized
profundity,
inmost froze -
A process in sideways
Clockwise,
Dismantled time,
dimension -
A definitive separation,
pulsation,
Singular
Heart beat -
Ponderous pondering,
observing,
insectoid orbs of become
Dark
Night, cricket silence,
stillness,
into appearance
of
Illusion?
Orb begins
to
draw
near,
...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#risk
25 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 3:02am
16th Jul 2021 3:02am
Act Your Age
Can't believe it was said aloud.
It's been days
and I'm still trying to figure out
why it was necessary,
as if the sting of healing skin isn't enough
to remind me
I've done something
reckless.
"You should act your age,"
as he bandaged me up...
and I don't know who prescribes
standards of behaviour
for each decade of life,
but I can wholeheartedly say
Fuck that.
I am acting the age
of a woman who has decided
to travel trails previously ignored,
to say words that were left...
It's been days
and I'm still trying to figure out
why it was necessary,
as if the sting of healing skin isn't enough
to remind me
I've done something
reckless.
"You should act your age,"
as he bandaged me up...
and I don't know who prescribes
standards of behaviour
for each decade of life,
but I can wholeheartedly say
Fuck that.
I am acting the age
of a woman who has decided
to travel trails previously ignored,
to say words that were left...
#courage
#aging
#hurt #risk
#hurt #risk
44 reads
16 Comments
Mastersensation
Pent
Pent
Poem Published
9th Jul 2021 7:23am
9th Jul 2021 7:23am
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#lust
#erotic
#risk
61 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 9:41pm
8th Jul 2021 9:41pm
The Dragon, And The Yew
Come hither, my dragon friend
I am in danger
Fly fast, fly true
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!
Come hither, with your firey breath
Don't be a stranger
Fly as the wind, and defy the old Yew
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!
Come hither, please save me
As i lie in my manger
Before the Changeling is due
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!
by Jemia
I am in danger
Fly fast, fly true
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!
Come hither, with your firey breath
Don't be a stranger
Fly as the wind, and defy the old Yew
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!
Come hither, please save me
As i lie in my manger
Before the Changeling is due
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!
by Jemia
#children
#dragons
#surreal #risk
#surreal #risk
22 reads
1 Comment
Kementic1
Poem Published
8th Jul 2021 7:48pm
8th Jul 2021 7:48pm
Book Museum
Where are those square shaped short things with pages
that told stories in stages
They were made out of trees
and burned at 451 Fahrenheit degrees
In the beginning they were written by hand
until the invention of the printing press by that Gutenberg man
Now people pay money just to see um
because what they use to call a library-is now a Book Museum
that told stories in stages
They were made out of trees
and burned at 451 Fahrenheit degrees
In the beginning they were written by hand
until the invention of the printing press by that Gutenberg man
Now people pay money just to see um
because what they use to call a library-is now a Book Museum
#consumerism
#art
#culture
#responsibility
#risk
132 reads
7 Comments
SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
6th Jul 2021 10:20pm
6th Jul 2021 10:20pm
Why you follow
Why you follow me?“
First question i ask
when a new poet adds
me to their list
Then i ask the
same of self
find it hard to articulate
on the dime
I follow because you
made me laughed or cried
felt a degree of what you felt
a tear a giggle
on my list of pomes to read
for a lift or grovel
Too
the many comments
Of praise building
my ego
Also
the helpful comments
helping me to explore
and...
First question i ask
when a new poet adds
me to their list
Then i ask the
same of self
find it hard to articulate
on the dime
I follow because you
made me laughed or cried
felt a degree of what you felt
a tear a giggle
on my list of pomes to read
for a lift or grovel
Too
the many comments
Of praise building
my ego
Also
the helpful comments
helping me to explore
and...
#love
#depression
#LifeCycle #risk
#LifeCycle #risk
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0 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
5th Jul 2021 1:43am
5th Jul 2021 1:43am
Message Massage Menage
Words and advice from a
man who has lice
big titties covered by
thin Lycra
resting on my ear
the end of an
empire
rally around an unhappy
family
you can say what you want
I’m rallying myself around
the slut in the scam
taxi
my boss doesn’t like what
he loaned me out for
I don’t like the fact that
they want me to be
something else
but the fact that you
think this is any-
thing other than
enjoying yourself?
that’s when...
man who has lice
big titties covered by
thin Lycra
resting on my ear
the end of an
empire
rally around an unhappy
family
you can say what you want
I’m rallying myself around
the slut in the scam
taxi
my boss doesn’t like what
he loaned me out for
I don’t like the fact that
they want me to be
something else
but the fact that you
think this is any-
thing other than
enjoying yourself?
that’s when...
#family
#war
#porn
#art
#risk
36 reads
2 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
27th Jun 2021 8:03pm
27th Jun 2021 8:03pm
SOUL TIES
Some broken and abused
Friendships misused and hearts are bruised
Connections are severed by those we mused
To each their own - Situation diffused
Ferocious and fierce
Words as knives are used to pierce
Brutal attacks and vicious lies as spears
To impale the weaker and provoke new fears
Conversations had turns ammunition
Tearing apart the friendships which was the mission
Laying souls out like a dark art exhibition
Failure to give much needed recognition
Minds alike and different gather to engage
A place of...
Friendships misused and hearts are bruised
Connections are severed by those we mused
To each their own - Situation diffused
Ferocious and fierce
Words as knives are used to pierce
Brutal attacks and vicious lies as spears
To impale the weaker and provoke new fears
Conversations had turns ammunition
Tearing apart the friendships which was the mission
Laying souls out like a dark art exhibition
Failure to give much needed recognition
Minds alike and different gather to engage
A place of...
#escape
#acceptance
#risk
75 reads
4 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
26th Jun 2021 8:00pm
26th Jun 2021 8:00pm
Bear Arms of Hate
For some Americans their concealed weapon of choice
are the multitude of vile things to which they give voice
Their minds are locked and loaded with a myriad of negative "ims"
which only adds to our collective psychological divisions and schisms
But, such is our fate
when we decide to- Bear Arms of Hate
are the multitude of vile things to which they give voice
Their minds are locked and loaded with a myriad of negative "ims"
which only adds to our collective psychological divisions and schisms
But, such is our fate
when we decide to- Bear Arms of Hate
#politics
#culture
#morality
#responsibility
#risk
241 reads
2 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 9:08pm
18th Jun 2021 9:08pm
The Grand Scheme
Growing up life gave me joy and made me smile
sadly this is no longer my style
Science and Technology are poor substitutes for the magic of human imagination
it has left me on a planet filed with fear and trepidation
These so-called "advancements" are only adding to mankind's mental disease
we no longer have faith in our elder's and their ability to read the tea leaves
I am slowly losing my capacity for self-definition
how the hell did I wind up in this position
As a kid I believed in the fantasy that I could fulfill...
sadly this is no longer my style
Science and Technology are poor substitutes for the magic of human imagination
it has left me on a planet filed with fear and trepidation
These so-called "advancements" are only adding to mankind's mental disease
we no longer have faith in our elder's and their ability to read the tea leaves
I am slowly losing my capacity for self-definition
how the hell did I wind up in this position
As a kid I believed in the fantasy that I could fulfill...
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#tradition
#risk
129 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
Homeless, The First Time (Part 2)
Have you the price of a can of lager?' the owner of the flat asked me in the morning. I didn't like parting with my money, what little of it was left, but I had no choice. Give him the money for the beer, or return to the Pound.
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#risk
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10 Comments
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