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.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 7:01am
24th Oct 2024 7:01am
Chasing Dreams
Writing all my fears on an empty page
Needing to share these random thoughts
Looking for common ground to engage
Never found it hard to connect the dots
Chasing dreams in a game of chance
I’m a realist when it comes to limitations
Sure it gets me off to make words dance
While venting all life’s many frustrations
Wisdom’s another word for commonsense
That’s been accumulating over the years
So many seasons spent sitting on the fence
Learning that nothing truly is as it appears
Needing to share these random thoughts
Looking for common ground to engage
Never found it hard to connect the dots
Chasing dreams in a game of chance
I’m a realist when it comes to limitations
Sure it gets me off to make words dance
While venting all life’s many frustrations
Wisdom’s another word for commonsense
That’s been accumulating over the years
So many seasons spent sitting on the fence
Learning that nothing truly is as it appears
#risk
124 reads
19 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
Secrets - The Visit To Craig's Family
First weekend.
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
#family
#grief
#memories
#mystery
#risk
87 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
90 reads
3 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 7:13am
16th Oct 2024 7:13am
Risking Elimination
Falling victim to such a subtle threat
Caught in another downward spiral
Injustice bankrupts a soul with debt
Watching as the situation goes viral
Smiling beneath this fractured mask
While trying to save face among peers
Seems this ego has been taken to task
Growing claustrophobic in holding fears
Withering inside from a lack of identity
Washed away in this constant torment
Finding stability within a cult like entity
Suppressing love in a heart so dormant
Sleeping with desires often manipulated
Unable to...
Caught in another downward spiral
Injustice bankrupts a soul with debt
Watching as the situation goes viral
Smiling beneath this fractured mask
While trying to save face among peers
Seems this ego has been taken to task
Growing claustrophobic in holding fears
Withering inside from a lack of identity
Washed away in this constant torment
Finding stability within a cult like entity
Suppressing love in a heart so dormant
Sleeping with desires often manipulated
Unable to...
#risk
130 reads
16 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
Secrets - The Disclosure
I have chips and gravy for tea, along with a couple of chunks of homemade bread to dip in the gravy. Doorsteps, we called them when we were kids. Mel shakes her head and says I need to eat more sensibly.
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
85 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (3)
After a cup of tea in Mel's flat, I return for the rest of the luggage, grab the remaining bags from the boot of my car and use the electronic keypad to get back in The Factory. Once inside, I drag my belongings to the lift at the side of the building and ride up to the top storey, watching each floor disappear through the door panel. Mel's flat faces mine across the drop. I don't like heights, though. Never have done. The surrounding valley looks tiny from the drop.
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
#breakup
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
109 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
74 reads
6 Comments
drone
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 12:17pm
8th Oct 2024 12:17pm
I Can Do This
It is Dangerous
To have Faith
In yourself
Without
A little Commonsense
To Understand
The abilities
You have now
Need to be
Upgraded
To the Abilities
You need to have
To have Faith
You can do
What your thinking
Or one will
Crash and burn
Into the scrub lands
Of twisted Bitterness
Of what ifs
Poor me denials
To have Faith
In yourself
Without
A little Commonsense
To Understand
The abilities
You have now
Need to be
Upgraded
To the Abilities
You need to have
To have Faith
You can do
What your thinking
Or one will
Crash and burn
Into the scrub lands
Of twisted Bitterness
Of what ifs
Poor me denials
#determination
#LifeGoals
#motivational
#risk
#wisdom
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 8:31am
8th Oct 2024 8:31am
Secrets - Back To Lancashire (1)
Let me explain, Craig. It's a mess.
Where do I begin? At the present time, I suppose. I started making notes this summer, hoping to regain a clearer picture of what actually took place on Whaley Hill. A therapeutic quest of sorts, especially after my marriage fell apart.
But I'm still searching for answers.
Nine years have passed since Macarthur attacked me with the crowbar during the storm.
But was it him?
According to the police, yes. He planned it while still in prison and he acted alone.
I can just about accept that...
Where do I begin? At the present time, I suppose. I started making notes this summer, hoping to regain a clearer picture of what actually took place on Whaley Hill. A therapeutic quest of sorts, especially after my marriage fell apart.
But I'm still searching for answers.
Nine years have passed since Macarthur attacked me with the crowbar during the storm.
But was it him?
According to the police, yes. He planned it while still in prison and he acted alone.
I can just about accept that...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
87 reads
7 Comments
not_accounted_for
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 3:06am
7th Oct 2024 3:06am
To All The People I've Known Before
I've got to know some people, they're nice.
Made a few friends once or twice.
But years they keep on fading
And my life just goes on changing.
The years they kept on slipping past.
The friends I made, they never last.
I had to push them further away
For my future, they couldn't stay.
But does future come in front of
The spell love casts?
I wish I could look back
And see them once more
Because the fact is
those people I adored.
Maybe I could
In another life.
I made an opportunity, ...
Made a few friends once or twice.
But years they keep on fading
And my life just goes on changing.
The years they kept on slipping past.
The friends I made, they never last.
I had to push them further away
For my future, they couldn't stay.
But does future come in front of
The spell love casts?
I wish I could look back
And see them once more
Because the fact is
those people I adored.
Maybe I could
In another life.
I made an opportunity, ...
#dreams
#loneliness
#MovingOn
#risk
#sacrifice
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 9:27am
6th Oct 2024 9:27am
Secrets - Confrontation (2)
A fresh downpour has started. I make my way down the hill, stopping when I hear footsteps. Nothing. I continue on through the icy wind to the clearing where I've parked my car. The dog's barking gets louder in the distance. Nearby, more branches snap. Silence again. The white van is still parked a few yards from my car.
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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9 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 9:06am
4th Oct 2024 9:06am
Secrets - Confrontation (1)
The sky's darkening, urging me to turn back.
The contact's not answering his phone.
He and I have an agreement: I must stay out of sight and not approach his home.
But I've driven all this way.
Now what?
Go home, I hear you whisper.
***
Good idea.
I resume my journey.
Long shot, but I'm prepared to take a chance.
It started in one place. And I believe it will end in that same place.
Whaley Hill, in particular the reservoir at the top.
...
The contact's not answering his phone.
He and I have an agreement: I must stay out of sight and not approach his home.
But I've driven all this way.
Now what?
Go home, I hear you whisper.
***
Good idea.
I resume my journey.
Long shot, but I'm prepared to take a chance.
It started in one place. And I believe it will end in that same place.
Whaley Hill, in particular the reservoir at the top.
...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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