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.
archie23
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 00:37am
19th Oct 2021 00:37am
WITHIN THE EYE
WITHIN THE EYE
The skateboard slid from side to side
as I stood on the canter of the see-saw
I knew that I would eventually fall off of the side
It was inevitable, yet pointless to hide
I struggled in Zen to remain
within the peaceful center of the hurricane.
Fierce wind swarmed around me
a pieced apart cursed world had found me
and there I still was within the world
playing an eternal balancing act
A child's game.
An old man's game.
A woman's game.
The game of life.
I wondered and wandered within
the center...
The skateboard slid from side to side
as I stood on the canter of the see-saw
I knew that I would eventually fall off of the side
It was inevitable, yet pointless to hide
I struggled in Zen to remain
within the peaceful center of the hurricane.
Fierce wind swarmed around me
a pieced apart cursed world had found me
and there I still was within the world
playing an eternal balancing act
A child's game.
An old man's game.
A woman's game.
The game of life.
I wondered and wandered within
the center...
#strength
#meditation
#determination #risk
#determination #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 10:21pm
18th Oct 2021 10:21pm
Searching For Cassie
He called Cassie from the van, but she was refusing to answer his calls. He followed the late afternoon traffic up the Edgware Road and considered what to do about Cassie and her constant mischief making.
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
The bells are ringing,
St Hilda has died, ...
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
The bells are ringing,
St Hilda has died, ...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
47 reads
4 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 8:53am
15th Oct 2021 8:53am
Bears
#strength
#animals
#lyrics
#freedom
#risk
18 reads
0 Comments
PseudoEgo
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 6:42am
15th Oct 2021 6:42am
Dear Moa
Young Moa, come closer,
I'll give you some gentle advice
The comfort of this life will fade and it comes at a price
You know what you're getting
As long as you don't roll the dice
And what is the point of livin',
If you're not pioneerin'
Surely that's just a fools paradise
I'll give you some gentle advice
The comfort of this life will fade and it comes at a price
You know what you're getting
As long as you don't roll the dice
And what is the point of livin',
If you're not pioneerin'
Surely that's just a fools paradise
#dreams
#escape
#risk
50 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 8:54pm
6th Oct 2021 8:54pm
Underground
Got to get out of here!
Can't stand the dark and the damp and the dust.
Claustrophobia; the imagination offering countless possibilities. The ceiling caving in, burying me. If the floor gave way as well, I would fall into blackness, panting and suffocating, knowing that I'd never escape. Certain death.
Buried alive. Like in the famous Rachmaninoff Prelude. Pounding chords as the man attempts to fight his way out of a grave.
Help!
Can't stand the dark and the damp and the dust.
Claustrophobia; the imagination offering countless possibilities. The ceiling caving in, burying me. If the floor gave way as well, I would fall into blackness, panting and suffocating, knowing that I'd never escape. Certain death.
Buried alive. Like in the famous Rachmaninoff Prelude. Pounding chords as the man attempts to fight his way out of a grave.
Help!
#mystery
#FeelingTrapped
#risk
58 reads
12 Comments
A_Conduit
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 12:40pm
25th Sep 2021 12:40pm
I am the host
#corruption
#politics
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#risk
40 reads
2 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2021 8:21pm
23rd Sep 2021 8:21pm
Some things, are way too risky…
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#addiction
#honesty
#risk
82 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Sep 2021 4:50pm
21st Sep 2021 4:50pm
I Too, Think of Death
#love
#sex
#death #risk
#death #risk
102 reads
5 Comments
NightGoddess
Poem Published
20th Sep 2021 3:03am
20th Sep 2021 3:03am
Brass Menagerie
I give you complete truth neatly wrapped in the knowledge of partial understanding
Not thoughts hypnotically captured by the sparkle of breakable glass, but a strong acceptance and endurance
like polished brass
Matriculating in the school
of hopes and perceptions
I present to you brass tactics,
if you will,
your essentials existing amongst all your necessities, having no idea of
their origins likewise
Thriving on interactions and reflections, seeking to be noticed,
requiring to be shined ...
Not thoughts hypnotically captured by the sparkle of breakable glass, but a strong acceptance and endurance
like polished brass
Matriculating in the school
of hopes and perceptions
I present to you brass tactics,
if you will,
your essentials existing amongst all your necessities, having no idea of
their origins likewise
Thriving on interactions and reflections, seeking to be noticed,
requiring to be shined ...
#fate
#learning
#acceptance
#wisdom
#risk
113 reads
18 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Sep 2021 3:09pm
19th Sep 2021 3:09pm
A Very Dangerous Man
Alone in a house a man lay bound in ropes, hidden by the night. Not even the moon shone into the cellar, for the small window was boarded up. The man never saw the sun or the stars. He heard no voices, no laughter.
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
#scary
#mystery
#risk
73 reads
9 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
18th Sep 2021 11:36pm
18th Sep 2021 11:36pm
Danger
God,
I'm begging
For a sip
Of intimacy.
And it's
the most
perilous
thing for me.
I'm begging
For a sip
Of intimacy.
And it's
the most
perilous
thing for me.
#risk
53 reads
8 Comments
pure_emo117
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 8:22pm
13th Sep 2021 8:22pm
yeah look idk.
im twenty five.
and im so done.
no drink, no sex,
no drugs, no fun.
im so tired, im stressed.
im extremely depressed.
from when i wake up,
till i sleep.
my mind contently repeats.
"Get up! go out!"
"you will work this out"
all i hear is false assurance
and it makes me wanna shout.
this lame poem. Helps a bit.
but honesty ill wake up the same.
same old brain, telling me the same old shit.
and im so done.
no drink, no sex,
no drugs, no fun.
im so tired, im stressed.
im extremely depressed.
from when i wake up,
till i sleep.
my mind contently repeats.
"Get up! go out!"
"you will work this out"
all i hear is false assurance
and it makes me wanna shout.
this lame poem. Helps a bit.
but honesty ill wake up the same.
same old brain, telling me the same old shit.
#anxiety
#depression
#forgiveness
#escape
#risk
38 reads
2 Comments
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