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.
Silent - Return To The House (4)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
'What was all that about' I said when Arthur Harlesden went downstairs.
'He was lying,' Lucy said. 'There's no way Veronica would let someone on
drugs roam around. She didn't warn you when you went in earlier, did she?'
'No.'
'Which proves my point. Arthur's up to someone. There's no one on the premises at all. He's
so shifty and secretive. I'm going after him.'
'Are you sure you want to do that?'
'Totally sure. I'm going to find out what's going on. I'll wait by the bungalow, where his car...
'What was all that about' I said when Arthur Harlesden went downstairs.
'He was lying,' Lucy said. 'There's no way Veronica would let someone on
drugs roam around. She didn't warn you when you went in earlier, did she?'
'No.'
'Which proves my point. Arthur's up to someone. There's no one on the premises at all. He's
so shifty and secretive. I'm going after him.'
'Are you sure you want to do that?'
'Totally sure. I'm going to find out what's going on. I'll wait by the bungalow, where his car...
#relationships
#mystery
#risk
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sipple
"The slippery slope was everywhere."
—Paul Russell, The Coming Storm
my feet fell out from 'neath my charms,
the earth came up to meet me,
and when i landed in her arms,
grit spread her kiss to greet me.
a yellow-ripe banana skin
split open to reveal a grin,
while, awkwardly, i, on my back,
wanted my cool composure back.
my skis etched rink marks in the ice
one lovely glacier morning,
while i my father's sound advice
nonchalantly was scorning.
but when i got into a spin,
no...
—Paul Russell, The Coming Storm
my feet fell out from 'neath my charms,
the earth came up to meet me,
and when i landed in her arms,
grit spread her kiss to greet me.
a yellow-ripe banana skin
split open to reveal a grin,
while, awkwardly, i, on my back,
wanted my cool composure back.
my skis etched rink marks in the ice
one lovely glacier morning,
while i my father's sound advice
nonchalantly was scorning.
but when i got into a spin,
no...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#fate #risk
#fate #risk
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The middle of nowhere
Where do you go from here?
When the path is no longer clear
when the trees whisper in forgotten tongues
and the wind blows in words that have stung
and the bird's song is no longer sung.
where do you go from this place?
when the sun threatens to burn your face
and the moon ceases to rise
and the sweat burns your youthful eyes
forcing you to see past your own disguise
yes, where do you finally at last go?
When everything is foreign that you know
and the ideas no longer make sense
and your opinion is left on the...
When the path is no longer clear
when the trees whisper in forgotten tongues
and the wind blows in words that have stung
and the bird's song is no longer sung.
where do you go from this place?
when the sun threatens to burn your face
and the moon ceases to rise
and the sweat burns your youthful eyes
forcing you to see past your own disguise
yes, where do you finally at last go?
When everything is foreign that you know
and the ideas no longer make sense
and your opinion is left on the...
#emptiness
#apathy
#risk
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Silent - Return To The House (3)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Scared of an old man? You'd think, no way. But believe me, hearing that voice on the stairs really freaked us out because it was so unexpected.
Thick darkness of the storage room.
And then the door opening, letting in light.
Lucy's face has gone chalky pale. As if she was ill or something.
'Oh,' Arthur Harlesden said. 'I was looking for someone. I thought they might be in here.'
'Oh,' I echoed. 'Yeah, right.'
'I was looking for one of the young apprentices from Terence's...
Scared of an old man? You'd think, no way. But believe me, hearing that voice on the stairs really freaked us out because it was so unexpected.
Thick darkness of the storage room.
And then the door opening, letting in light.
Lucy's face has gone chalky pale. As if she was ill or something.
'Oh,' Arthur Harlesden said. 'I was looking for someone. I thought they might be in here.'
'Oh,' I echoed. 'Yeah, right.'
'I was looking for one of the young apprentices from Terence's...
#secrets
#mystery
#risk
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Hopefully To Find Herself
One day, Lindsay looked
outside and realized that
the country life was no
longer right for her which
made her want to leave.
She told her family that
she wanted to move to
Los Angeles hopefully
to find herself there and
they allowed her to do it.
outside and realized that
the country life was no
longer right for her which
made her want to leave.
She told her family that
she wanted to move to
Los Angeles hopefully
to find herself there and
they allowed her to do it.
#family
#home
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#risk
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Railroaded
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Unbarred railroad crossing
Red lights flashing
this way,
that way
Where is the train?
I wish there were other cars around me.
I'm not sure what to do.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Red lights flashing
this way
that way
No train in sight..
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Red lights flashing
this way
that way
6:30 AM
a car pulls up ...
Unbarred railroad crossing
Red lights flashing
this way,
that way
Where is the train?
I wish there were other cars around me.
I'm not sure what to do.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Red lights flashing
this way
that way
No train in sight..
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Red lights flashing
this way
that way
6:30 AM
a car pulls up ...
#risk
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Silent - Return To The House (2)
Two Years Ago, Lucy
Suddenly, she got the impression that someone was watching her from an upstairs window, looking beyond the clump of tree trunk, directly at her. She peered up, certain that the person was standing there, staring down from the top floor where Agnes was currently staying in a double apartment. But she couldn't see anyone.
The entrance door opened. Gavin. 'It's not too bad, but we'll have to be quick. Veronica's round the back with this lad I've not seen before. I told her I'd come back because I wasn't feeling well. We go straight in and up the...
Suddenly, she got the impression that someone was watching her from an upstairs window, looking beyond the clump of tree trunk, directly at her. She peered up, certain that the person was standing there, staring down from the top floor where Agnes was currently staying in a double apartment. But she couldn't see anyone.
The entrance door opened. Gavin. 'It's not too bad, but we'll have to be quick. Veronica's round the back with this lad I've not seen before. I told her I'd come back because I wasn't feeling well. We go straight in and up the...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Silent, Return To The House (1)
Two Years Ago, Lucy
They asked the cab driver to drop them off at the entrance to the private driveway. She hadn't told Gavin everything. She couldn't bring herself to mention her half-brother Pete, her visits to Katie Whittaker or Veronica's phone call to Steve concerning yesterday afternoon at the bungalow.
'So what have you got in mind?' Gavin asked her on the walk down the drive.
'If I can get into the reception without Veronica spotting me, I hope to break into the main computer system and email the files to my address. Then I can read them later.' ...
They asked the cab driver to drop them off at the entrance to the private driveway. She hadn't told Gavin everything. She couldn't bring herself to mention her half-brother Pete, her visits to Katie Whittaker or Veronica's phone call to Steve concerning yesterday afternoon at the bungalow.
'So what have you got in mind?' Gavin asked her on the walk down the drive.
'If I can get into the reception without Veronica spotting me, I hope to break into the main computer system and email the files to my address. Then I can read them later.' ...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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not a prayer
prayers for those
trapped by
war
prayers to feed
the hungry
prayers to house
the homeless
prayers for those
suffering from
addiction
the funny thing
about prayer
is that without
action
they are a lot like
a car without an
engine
they just don't
go
anywhere
trapped by
war
prayers to feed
the hungry
prayers to house
the homeless
prayers for those
suffering from
addiction
the funny thing
about prayer
is that without
action
they are a lot like
a car without an
engine
they just don't
go
anywhere
#morality
#responsibility
#risk
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Silent, A Unexpected Encounter
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I went on stage next.
'Let's start again,' Agnes said, a minute or two into the Chopin Scherzo. 'Your mind's on something else today' – yeah, like Philippa – 'wake up, please, and play the piece as it's meant to be played. You'll be performing this before an audience on Friday lunchtime, so I would like to hear a performance now.'
***
Everyone planned to head into town for lunch. After my session with Agnes Harlesden, I decided to slip away and get a taxi back to the House.
I started towards the taxi rank on the main...
I went on stage next.
'Let's start again,' Agnes said, a minute or two into the Chopin Scherzo. 'Your mind's on something else today' – yeah, like Philippa – 'wake up, please, and play the piece as it's meant to be played. You'll be performing this before an audience on Friday lunchtime, so I would like to hear a performance now.'
***
Everyone planned to head into town for lunch. After my session with Agnes Harlesden, I decided to slip away and get a taxi back to the House.
I started towards the taxi rank on the main...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Silent, The Beethoven Sonata
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I hadn't been back to the Grand Theatre since Sunday, two days ago, and didn't know what to expect. In the auditorium, I scanned the seats for signs of Philippa. She hadn't arrived.
I sat in between a couple of students I hadn't spoken to yet and averted my eyes when I passed Dawn. The auditorium seemed pretty empty today, unlike on Sunday morning when Philippa had got angry in class. I felt uncomfortable, knowing that Agnes Harlesden and my former Russian Coach in London were friends and had probably discussed me at length.
Paul was on stage,...
I hadn't been back to the Grand Theatre since Sunday, two days ago, and didn't know what to expect. In the auditorium, I scanned the seats for signs of Philippa. She hadn't arrived.
I sat in between a couple of students I hadn't spoken to yet and averted my eyes when I passed Dawn. The auditorium seemed pretty empty today, unlike on Sunday morning when Philippa had got angry in class. I felt uncomfortable, knowing that Agnes Harlesden and my former Russian Coach in London were friends and had probably discussed me at length.
Paul was on stage,...
#music
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Hellion
Why did I join this team?
This group of
steeped-in-tradition,
trained-in-conformity,
blinded-by-doctrine,
very certain
old white dudes?
Because this is where you've put me.
Maybe it's where I can
do the best damage.
.
This group of
steeped-in-tradition,
trained-in-conformity,
blinded-by-doctrine,
very certain
old white dudes?
Because this is where you've put me.
Maybe it's where I can
do the best damage.
.
#courage
#religion
#God #risk
#God #risk
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