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.
SamWinston
haydenmccain
haydenmccain
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 2:19am
4th Feb 2023 2:19am
The mollified man
The meekly
mollified man
subtly sews
his silently
simplistic sights
upon reality’s
rickety rufescent light.
Always left
lifelessly looming
beneath the brain’s
bashfully blurred
background
of benevolence.
Frankly flickering out
the faded flaws
whose firm
factual flames
of effectiveness
have by now
grimly grown
themselves
out of Life’s
limp lashes
of limelight.
Solemnly swearing
their silent
silken seas
of sorrow
into the
sulking sands
of...
mollified man
subtly sews
his silently
simplistic sights
upon reality’s
rickety rufescent light.
Always left
lifelessly looming
beneath the brain’s
bashfully blurred
background
of benevolence.
Frankly flickering out
the faded flaws
whose firm
factual flames
of effectiveness
have by now
grimly grown
themselves
out of Life’s
limp lashes
of limelight.
Solemnly swearing
their silent
silken seas
of sorrow
into the
sulking sands
of...
#motivational
#learning
#determination #risk
#determination #risk
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1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 7:46pm
2nd Feb 2023 7:46pm
Silent, The Car Journey (2)
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
'None of my adoptive family know I'm here,' she blurted out to Arthur. 'My adoptive parents think I'm on a walking holiday with a group of friends. But I'm not a runaway, you know. I've got somewhere to stay and a job.'
In the driver seat, Arthur maintained a neutral expression. 'A job at the House serving meals?'
'I thought you already knew about it.'
'Know about what? None of this is making any sense to me. You haven't told me anything yet and I haven't seen you for nine or ten years.’
‘Agnes Harlesden.
...
'None of my adoptive family know I'm here,' she blurted out to Arthur. 'My adoptive parents think I'm on a walking holiday with a group of friends. But I'm not a runaway, you know. I've got somewhere to stay and a job.'
In the driver seat, Arthur maintained a neutral expression. 'A job at the House serving meals?'
'I thought you already knew about it.'
'Know about what? None of this is making any sense to me. You haven't told me anything yet and I haven't seen you for nine or ten years.’
‘Agnes Harlesden.
...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 6:57pm
31st Jan 2023 6:57pm
Silent, The Car Journey
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
'What would you like to do?' Arthur Harlesden said. ‘Coffee and a bite to eat at the Service Station.'
'Suppose so.'
Arthur started the engine and drove away into the night, past a gift shop and a mobile phone store and a guest house opposite a pub by a set of lights. He took the road further inland, by fields and rows of tiny aerials that resembled baby bulbs. She vaguely remembered these from ten years ago. 'I was sorry to hear about Lily,' she said, to break the silence.
'Thank you,' Arthur said. 'Three years ago it...
'What would you like to do?' Arthur Harlesden said. ‘Coffee and a bite to eat at the Service Station.'
'Suppose so.'
Arthur started the engine and drove away into the night, past a gift shop and a mobile phone store and a guest house opposite a pub by a set of lights. He took the road further inland, by fields and rows of tiny aerials that resembled baby bulbs. She vaguely remembered these from ten years ago. 'I was sorry to hear about Lily,' she said, to break the silence.
'Thank you,' Arthur said. 'Three years ago it...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
40 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:09pm
24th Jan 2023 7:09pm
Silent, The Part (2)
Two Year Earlier, Gavin
Later, Philippa fumbled around in her bag for a half bottle of vodka. I jerked my head to the side, indicating that I needed to talk to her. She followed me to the railing overlooking the sea, a glazed smile on her face.
'What's going on?' I said
'You've already asked me that.'
‘Do you know Steve and his brother?'
'Not before today. Steve and his mate Jace got talking to me this afternoon and they invited me to the party.'
'But Steve and Jace aren't even here.'
'I'm not responsible for that,'...
Later, Philippa fumbled around in her bag for a half bottle of vodka. I jerked my head to the side, indicating that I needed to talk to her. She followed me to the railing overlooking the sea, a glazed smile on her face.
'What's going on?' I said
'You've already asked me that.'
‘Do you know Steve and his brother?'
'Not before today. Steve and his mate Jace got talking to me this afternoon and they invited me to the party.'
'But Steve and Jace aren't even here.'
'I'm not responsible for that,'...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
47 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 1:42am
21st Jan 2023 1:42am
Jungle Eyes (with reading)
Come, fall into my eyes
It's a jungle in there...
green with vibrant life,
jewelled dewdrops joyful,
the mischief of monkeys,
full spectrum of secret delights:
your reward for wanting
to fall into my eyes.
Come, fall into my eyes
It's a jungle in there...
green with mean envy,
dank tangled anger,
the prowling of tigers,
dark clawing vulnerabilities:
your punishment for daring
to fall into my eyes.
Come, fall into my eyes
but it's a jungle in there!
Green means go, ...
It's a jungle in there...
green with vibrant life,
jewelled dewdrops joyful,
the mischief of monkeys,
full spectrum of secret delights:
your reward for wanting
to fall into my eyes.
Come, fall into my eyes
It's a jungle in there...
green with mean envy,
dank tangled anger,
the prowling of tigers,
dark clawing vulnerabilities:
your punishment for daring
to fall into my eyes.
Come, fall into my eyes
but it's a jungle in there!
Green means go, ...
#love
#music
#honesty #risk
#honesty #risk
110 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2023 7:13pm
17th Jan 2023 7:13pm
Silent, The Party
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Party on the old fairground.
The guys in army clothing, Jace and his mate Steve, didn't turn up, and no one seemed to know where they were. Kids still at school milled around, knocking back vodka and cider, criticising everyone over the age of twenty-one. They didn't say much to Philippa or me at first. Just looked us up and down, as if we were teachers or something. They all spoke with accents. Mild Scouse, with Innit and Bro added.
'Hey,' this kid in a hoodie shouted, sounding drunk. He was about fourteen, fifteen. Rusty...
Party on the old fairground.
The guys in army clothing, Jace and his mate Steve, didn't turn up, and no one seemed to know where they were. Kids still at school milled around, knocking back vodka and cider, criticising everyone over the age of twenty-one. They didn't say much to Philippa or me at first. Just looked us up and down, as if we were teachers or something. They all spoke with accents. Mild Scouse, with Innit and Bro added.
'Hey,' this kid in a hoodie shouted, sounding drunk. He was about fourteen, fifteen. Rusty...
#relationships
#mystery
#risk
43 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 7:07pm
11th Jan 2023 7:07pm
Silent, The Meeting At Night
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
She continued waiting, moving about to keep herself from getting cold. The waves danced to and fro, causing vibrations to pass through the pier-structure. They reminded her of glockenspiels and of the lonely corridors of the former Prep School for musicians. The Ogre had run the School like a convent.
A sound distracted her. A thud. The main door of the Theatre opening, then shutting. A man stepped out, wearing a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside theatre lighting. The man opened up an umbrella and peered in the...
She continued waiting, moving about to keep herself from getting cold. The waves danced to and fro, causing vibrations to pass through the pier-structure. They reminded her of glockenspiels and of the lonely corridors of the former Prep School for musicians. The Ogre had run the School like a convent.
A sound distracted her. A thud. The main door of the Theatre opening, then shutting. A man stepped out, wearing a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside theatre lighting. The man opened up an umbrella and peered in the...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 7:07pm
4th Jan 2023 7:07pm
Silent, The Pier At Night
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Free wine after the concert. Lots of it. Later, Philippa and I headed off to Jace's party, stepping into the drizzle and a strong smell of cigarette smoke. The sun had nearly disappeared, leaving a dazzling glow that hurt my eyes. I heard shouting and laughter in the distance. A gust blew at us.
'It's meant to be summer and it's freezing,' I said. 'Where's the party?'
'The abandoned fairground.'
'In this weather?'
'Jace won't cancel.'
'How do you know that? Do you know him?'
'No,'...
Free wine after the concert. Lots of it. Later, Philippa and I headed off to Jace's party, stepping into the drizzle and a strong smell of cigarette smoke. The sun had nearly disappeared, leaving a dazzling glow that hurt my eyes. I heard shouting and laughter in the distance. A gust blew at us.
'It's meant to be summer and it's freezing,' I said. 'Where's the party?'
'The abandoned fairground.'
'In this weather?'
'Jace won't cancel.'
'How do you know that? Do you know him?'
'No,'...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
56 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Dec 2022 12:23pm
30th Dec 2022 12:23pm
Silent, The Desolate Evening
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
She wished she'd put on better clothing instead of rushing off like that. The weather had changed. Overheard, clouds had gathered, casting shadows along the private driveway. She hurried. As a child, she'd disliked the driveway, viewing it as long and lonely, a pathway to nowhere. The tall hedges and bushes blocked out the evening light, producing a dim hue and a chill, despite the clammy atmosphere.
She quickened her speed, thinking of earlier and the disturbance in her room and the sense of someone watching in the field. The Ogre, obviously....
She wished she'd put on better clothing instead of rushing off like that. The weather had changed. Overheard, clouds had gathered, casting shadows along the private driveway. She hurried. As a child, she'd disliked the driveway, viewing it as long and lonely, a pathway to nowhere. The tall hedges and bushes blocked out the evening light, producing a dim hue and a chill, despite the clammy atmosphere.
She quickened her speed, thinking of earlier and the disturbance in her room and the sense of someone watching in the field. The Ogre, obviously....
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 9:13am
27th Dec 2022 9:13am
Predator and Prey
sharp ice crystals cutting
paws bleeding
dyeing white with red
panting breath freezing
following a scent left behind
chasing elusive prey
cornered with no way out
calm eyes welcoming death
yet speaking softly
you say "I love you"
and I fall
enthralled
collapsing to knees
howling my agony
from cupid's mortal wound
as predator
becomes the prey
paws bleeding
dyeing white with red
panting breath freezing
following a scent left behind
chasing elusive prey
cornered with no way out
calm eyes welcoming death
yet speaking softly
you say "I love you"
and I fall
enthralled
collapsing to knees
howling my agony
from cupid's mortal wound
as predator
becomes the prey
#love
#passion
#risk
100 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 8:00pm
23rd Dec 2022 8:00pm
Silent, The Old Flat
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
The House was silent now, her duties over for the evening. The people had gone. On the first floor, she peered down the narrow corridors, listening out for sounds just in case - although it didn't really matter, as everyone would find out who she was at the final concert three weeks from now. She would have Ash and Maxine with her then. Which reminded her. She ought to text Maxine and tell her about the Ogre's return. She hadn't done that yet. Something was stopping her from revealing this latest information to Maxine. It was too raw. Agnes represented...
The House was silent now, her duties over for the evening. The people had gone. On the first floor, she peered down the narrow corridors, listening out for sounds just in case - although it didn't really matter, as everyone would find out who she was at the final concert three weeks from now. She would have Ash and Maxine with her then. Which reminded her. She ought to text Maxine and tell her about the Ogre's return. She hadn't done that yet. Something was stopping her from revealing this latest information to Maxine. It was too raw. Agnes represented...
#memories
#mystery
#nostalgia #risk
#nostalgia #risk
68 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Dec 2022 10:10am
18th Dec 2022 10:10am
Silent, First Evening - The Concert
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Philippa and I shared a taxi with Dawn and one of the other guys, Dawn quiet during the ride, giving the impression that she knew about the drinking binge in my room. Whatever. In the car park, we paid a quarter of the fair each, got out and walked along the promenade to the Grand Theatre, passing a group of hoodies gathered by the railings with cigarettes and cans of cider. They stared as we passed, giggled. The walkway was slippery, the sky a gigantic bruise, all purple, black, yellow and storm-like. Waves rolled in the background. The wind was strong,...
Philippa and I shared a taxi with Dawn and one of the other guys, Dawn quiet during the ride, giving the impression that she knew about the drinking binge in my room. Whatever. In the car park, we paid a quarter of the fair each, got out and walked along the promenade to the Grand Theatre, passing a group of hoodies gathered by the railings with cigarettes and cans of cider. They stared as we passed, giggled. The walkway was slippery, the sky a gigantic bruise, all purple, black, yellow and storm-like. Waves rolled in the background. The wind was strong,...
#relationships
#music
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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4 Comments
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