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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 10:45am
12th Nov 2024 10:45am
No Remorse
After a late night of partying
This one girl brings another girl and a guy back to her apartment
The girl wants to be kinky & have sex in her baby's crib
The girl forgot to have a babysitter watch the child when she went out
Their all high on meth
The ignorance & stupidity of this entire ordeal was that the 6 month old baby was still in the crib
The next morning the baby was dead
Apparently the baby was smothered to death
They all served time
The mother though was sentenced to life in prison
She had no remorse
She told family...
This one girl brings another girl and a guy back to her apartment
The girl wants to be kinky & have sex in her baby's crib
The girl forgot to have a babysitter watch the child when she went out
Their all high on meth
The ignorance & stupidity of this entire ordeal was that the 6 month old baby was still in the crib
The next morning the baby was dead
Apparently the baby was smothered to death
They all served time
The mother though was sentenced to life in prison
She had no remorse
She told family...
#birth
#drugs
#ignorance
#risk
#sex
109 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 1:20pm
7th Nov 2024 1:20pm
Collage YO New Art Entry
Collage
Defines me
Pieces of dreams
Word speak
Color
Box Heads
Fun
No politics
Sexy sometimes
Mood
Always …
Defines me
Pieces of dreams
Word speak
Color
Box Heads
Fun
No politics
Sexy sometimes
Mood
Always …
#art
#emotions
#identity
#myself
#risk
151 reads
12 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 10:20am
3rd Nov 2024 10:20am
Everyday Love
Everyday love
Feel it, forget it
It'll be there when you get back home
You get so used to all the good things
In your heart and in your life
That you forget to appreciate
The people who provide them
But there's only a certain amount of forgetfulness
That any one love can withstand
So you'd better acknowledge the people who love you
Before love fades away
And you're left with an empty house
And another broken heart
Feel it, forget it
It'll be there when you get back home
You get so used to all the good things
In your heart and in your life
That you forget to appreciate
The people who provide them
But there's only a certain amount of forgetfulness
That any one love can withstand
So you'd better acknowledge the people who love you
Before love fades away
And you're left with an empty house
And another broken heart
#risk
82 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
Secrets - Doubts
He weren't there, lad,' your dad says, as if guessing my thoughts. 'Our Scott's looked into it. Vince Macarthur never went into the woods that afternoon. He only popped out to go to the corner shop and that took no longer than five minutes and then he fell fast asleep in front of tele. He were woken up later when the police came.'
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
102 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 11:09pm
25th Oct 2024 11:09pm
Secrets - The Conversation
I wonder whether coming here was such a good idea after all. Maybe I should have written a letter instead. I ring the bell and wait. Movement inside, footsteps. An elderly woman answers the door and stares flatly at me.
'Mrs Winters?' I whisper.
No way. I'm so sorry, Craig. What have I done? Why did I make this visit today? And should I even be telling you this? Your mum's long ash blonde hair has gone, along with the perpetual smile that you and your brother inherited. She used to blow kisses at us when we were children and buy us fruit from...
'Mrs Winters?' I whisper.
No way. I'm so sorry, Craig. What have I done? Why did I make this visit today? And should I even be telling you this? Your mum's long ash blonde hair has gone, along with the perpetual smile that you and your brother inherited. She used to blow kisses at us when we were children and buy us fruit from...
#anger
#grief
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
126 reads
7 Comments
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
172 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
128 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
118 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
185 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
111 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
144 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
107 reads
6 Comments
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