Popular Poems About Risk
#risk
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
82 reads
16 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:12am
2nd Oct 2024 11:12am
when passions burn
everything
that exist
tells me
i need
to be
with you,
i look
into
your eyes
and watch
that wild
desire,
passion
burns
within
your flesh,
and i
want to
burn too,
so that
we may
be together,
joyous and
fulfilled.
that exist
tells me
i need
to be
with you,
i look
into
your eyes
and watch
that wild
desire,
passion
burns
within
your flesh,
and i
want to
burn too,
so that
we may
be together,
joyous and
fulfilled.
#determination
#dreams
#learning
#risk
#success
94 reads
10 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 1:07am
1st Oct 2024 1:07am
the cost of beauty
to understand,
appreciate
beauty
one must not
fear looking
into the abyss
every now and
again
appreciate
beauty
one must not
fear looking
into the abyss
every now and
again
#acceptance
#learning
#risk
97 reads
8 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
45 reads
7 Comments
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
63 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 6:09pm
21st Sep 2024 6:09pm
Silent - Conclusion
In the present, Gavin returns to his musical studies and learns to come to terms with Philippa's betrayal
Lucy, similarly, returns to her University studies in Manchester and comes to appreciate her family and the sacrifices they made for her.
After a while, contact between Gavin and Lucy fizzles out as the past loses significance for them.
*** Spoiler if reading for the first time
.
As Katie Whittacker explained in the denouement, her father-in-law Arthur Harlesden ordered the fire that killed Lucy's parents when Lucy was 8.
In the...
Lucy, similarly, returns to her University studies in Manchester and comes to appreciate her family and the sacrifices they made for her.
After a while, contact between Gavin and Lucy fizzles out as the past loses significance for them.
*** Spoiler if reading for the first time
.
As Katie Whittacker explained in the denouement, her father-in-law Arthur Harlesden ordered the fire that killed Lucy's parents when Lucy was 8.
In the...
#mystery
#risk
56 reads
4 Comments
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
65 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 7:10pm
29th Sep 2024 7:10pm
Secrets - They Say I Fled
They say a group of teenagers saw me on the field that August Bank Holiday Monday.
One called over, asked if I was all right. I didn't answer, apparently. Just continued stumbling in the direction of home, sweat dripping from my face. The teenagers didn't hang around. They assumed I had sunstroke. If I had seen myself, I would have probably thought the same.
Others noticed me wandering along the main road towards the estate where we lived. Drinkers in the pub watched me stagger like a drunk. I continued walking. Up the hill, through a ginnel, past the church....
One called over, asked if I was all right. I didn't answer, apparently. Just continued stumbling in the direction of home, sweat dripping from my face. The teenagers didn't hang around. They assumed I had sunstroke. If I had seen myself, I would have probably thought the same.
Others noticed me wandering along the main road towards the estate where we lived. Drinkers in the pub watched me stagger like a drunk. I continued walking. Up the hill, through a ginnel, past the church....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
95 reads
6 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
84 reads
7 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
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4 Comments
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