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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 12:59pm
4th Aug 2022 12:59pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 21: An Unlikely Saviour
#violence
#bullying
#memories
#escape
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 8:28pm
1st Aug 2022 8:28pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 20: A Drastic Solution?
#bullying
#memories
#risk
18 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Jul 2022 7:15pm
29th Jul 2022 7:15pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 19: The Night Of Violence
#bullying
#memories
#risk
18 reads
4 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 12:56pm
27th Jul 2022 12:56pm
the other side of the coin
accept and live
with
inevitabilities
but never let go
of
possibilities
with
inevitabilities
but never let go
of
possibilities
#strength
#acceptance
#determination #risk
#determination #risk
76 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 9:58pm
26th Jul 2022 9:58pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 18: Into The Fire
#teens
#abuse
#bullying
#memories
#risk
37 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Jul 2022 7:23pm
24th Jul 2022 7:23pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 17: The Start Of Real Danger
The first sign of trouble came with the ringing of the front doorbell halfway through a Saturday afternoon. A couple of girls stood there, aged around sixteen or seventeen.
‘Yes, hello?’ I said, frowning.
‘Hi,’ one of them said. ‘We're Jane and Wendy, friends of Nicky’s.’
Their names sounded familiar. Nicky attended the Jewish Youth Club on the corner of the street, but wasn’t Jewish himself.
‘Do you want to come for a cup of tea?’ Jane said.
A flicker of unease. A girl with long ginger hair looking out at me through the front...
‘Yes, hello?’ I said, frowning.
‘Hi,’ one of them said. ‘We're Jane and Wendy, friends of Nicky’s.’
Their names sounded familiar. Nicky attended the Jewish Youth Club on the corner of the street, but wasn’t Jewish himself.
‘Do you want to come for a cup of tea?’ Jane said.
A flicker of unease. A girl with long ginger hair looking out at me through the front...
#teens
#bullying
#memories #risk
#memories #risk
66 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Jul 2022 9:36pm
18th Jul 2022 9:36pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 15: Rebelling
I started Sixth Form College, studying music, sociology, drama, maths and English, along with piano and cello. By half term, my enthusiasm for study had waned as my new social life took priority, and I soon stopped the cello lessons.
At some point early on, I received my first invitation to a nightclub in the city centre, even though I was only sixteen. I went with a friend. First, we stopped at a city centre pub for a few beers. Then, we made our way to the nightclub.
At the nightclub, the bouncer stared at us. ‘How old are you lads?’
‘Er, eighteen,’ I...
At some point early on, I received my first invitation to a nightclub in the city centre, even though I was only sixteen. I went with a friend. First, we stopped at a city centre pub for a few beers. Then, we made our way to the nightclub.
At the nightclub, the bouncer stared at us. ‘How old are you lads?’
‘Er, eighteen,’ I...
#teens
#religion
#memories #risk
#memories #risk
64 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
5th Jul 2022 9:56pm
5th Jul 2022 9:56pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 8: A Dangerous Person
#abuse
#memories
#risk
45 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2022 2:28pm
3rd Jul 2022 2:28pm
a mountain town
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top ...
#politics
#morality
#responsibility
#tradition
#risk
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0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2022 1:52am
2nd Jul 2022 1:52am
You Don't Want None Of This..
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going...
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going...
#anger
#violence
#temptation
#risk
#seductive
182 reads
10 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 2:53am
24th Jun 2022 2:53am
The soul snatcher
Somewhere outside lurking in the shadows, the soul snatcher waits
For you to go to sleep.
Was that a noise at the window, is someone at the door.
Hungry for souls, the demonic entity, never sleeps, he wanders the streets in the dark of night as he creeps.
You better stay awake just incase, is he looking at you now, do you feel like you're being watched.
Lock all the doors and fasten your windows.
Is it to late, is he inside the house, maybe he's under your bed, waiting to suck the soul right out of you. Who's that behind you, are you all alone,
You might...
For you to go to sleep.
Was that a noise at the window, is someone at the door.
Hungry for souls, the demonic entity, never sleeps, he wanders the streets in the dark of night as he creeps.
You better stay awake just incase, is he looking at you now, do you feel like you're being watched.
Lock all the doors and fasten your windows.
Is it to late, is he inside the house, maybe he's under your bed, waiting to suck the soul right out of you. Who's that behind you, are you all alone,
You might...
#dreams
#shadows
#sleep
#nightmares
#risk
71 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
17th Jun 2022 7:17am
17th Jun 2022 7:17am
Inside a Heartbeat,
Elements of inane ubiquity
Pulsate all day and vibrate the night
Challenging the mind and its midnight sight
To roll the dice of frivolity
Lurking in the beat of every true heart...
Testing the fetters to set itself free
To sip from the grail of liberty,
Akin to inspiration and art!
Dormant it lay in the hope we preserve
And purchase with ventricular pounds...
Empowering every too mortal nerve
Involved in all our rhymical sounds,
Conveyed like tunes by celestial curve
Where heavenly sensation abounds!
Pulsate all day and vibrate the night
Challenging the mind and its midnight sight
To roll the dice of frivolity
Lurking in the beat of every true heart...
Testing the fetters to set itself free
To sip from the grail of liberty,
Akin to inspiration and art!
Dormant it lay in the hope we preserve
And purchase with ventricular pounds...
Empowering every too mortal nerve
Involved in all our rhymical sounds,
Conveyed like tunes by celestial curve
Where heavenly sensation abounds!
#beauty
#freedom
#art
#culture
#risk
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