Best Caution Poems
Your suggestions move me
Takes me to the highest mountain
Caution is not what I want to do
Let's celebrate the arts
Come into my reach
I want to feel you
I want your kisses to intoxicate me
Everything is fine
Open up your mind
Let's share the wine
Give me the sign
Don't delay in time
As I look to the streets
Electric wires give me the warning
But I look deep into your eyes
We're ready for another love affair
You pull me close
I push you away
You pull me close once again
We start to dance
And you say
don't be shy
come and dance
I don't want no one but you
Everything is fine
I'll be kind
Don't be blind
There's no need to cry
I'll try to make you sigh
Reach for my hand
Can you hear my heart beat
We are friends and lovers too
Now is not the time to take
caution my love...
Everywhere we see the signs,
Unstable, Fragile, Caution,
So why don't people have such signs,
So folks can take precautions.
Some folks have a real short fuse,
That's sometimes unsuspected,
And when we step on tender toes,
The reaction's unexpected.
Other folks can play and tease,
And make jokes all day long,
But if you do the same to them,
You'll find that you thought wrong.
With this in mind I leave you with,
Some wise and sage advice,
When dealing with most folks my friend,
Some can be un-nice;
'Cause some folks can have a temper,
Be unthinking, unfair often,
So no matter what your dealings,
Please proceed with caution.
Don't transfix me with a gaze that shakes
my complacency and threatens to resurrect
feelings I let die--actually bludgeoned to death—
eons ago.
Don't speak to me in that seductive tone,
reminding me that I am flesh, not a well-oiled
machine. Don't touch me with demanding hands
that seek the warmth and fulfillment I can't,
or won't, provide.
A final warning:
If you must try to summon forth a dead or
dormant thing, do so not simply for the challenge
of conquest.
Awakened things must be nurtured.
Posted October 16, 2017
October 29, 2018, entered in Julia Ward's contest--Favorite Free Verse
from October or November 2017
Entered in Brian Strand's Contest
Fear Or Caution
By: Miracle Man
4-24-2022
Fear and caution are not the same,
and fear never births a worthwhile thought.
Fear is a twin to mind’s “what if” game,
and a part of Satan’s shadowy plot.
Fear is about darkness and lack of hope,
and Satan’s weapon meant to divide.
Living life in fear is a slippery slope,
By choosing caution fear’s often denied.
2 Timothy 1:7
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;
but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
when infatuation soars
careful who you let in
guard your heart
and lock your doors
for heaven’s sake think twice
throw not caution to the wind
careful who comes close
lest they tear your life apart
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2026
E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
are hard to beat...
I like hand held Sparklers, Tanks
flashing fountains, Solar Flare
Six to #20 Gold I have to share,
no incidence, no burns, thanks...
Whistles blow, fountains glow,
pop'n sounds, entire sky all aglow
I love those colors, high an low
trails eched onto my retina
inspired me to let ya know
Now you close both eyes
in pitch dark, what a surprise
for you to see, right there
darkness, absolutely anywhere
beautiful trails of lights in motion
"Always read a label of caution"
When my husband was in hospital, he was given an afternoon tea
Scones and cake and sandwiches, simply delicious as you can see
The final treat was to eat the scone served with jam and butter
On opening the butter packet these words made hum splutter
He saw ‘Caution Contains Milk’ was written on the label
Found this so amusing he kept the label on the table
I know people have allergies but this is taking it too far
Soon they’ll be telling me I need petrol to drive my car
Some people think the Brits are dull, I intend to dispel this rumour
Think I may post on my poems ‘ this may contain some humour’
Jan Allison
28th May 2014
I threw caution to the wind
As I stood there on the edge
Would she carry me over?
Or just leave me on the ledge?
I threw caution to the wind
Never did I really believe
That the wind was ever kind
And waiting to give relief
I threw caution to the wind
And soared upon her wings
Never really knowing
The freedom that she brings
I threw caution to the wind
And what a pleasant surprise
The wind carried back to me
All that my heart desires
I threw caution to the wind
I threw caution to the wind
I threw caution to the wind
And the wind carried you to me!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Through our wish
through our goals
through our done mean
through a compliment decided by the garden
minute having wards coming —
minute always passing, creating
A matter turns alive.
Be not confused realness came from mentally
on goals for, hours marry in cute leading
thou, wish through a canasta disdain
Of our mean ...
The gardens up swell memories
over weedy by coming
the lullaby thou invades off, and sereness
flying on handle tools
any aurora —any of windy
From reality, from mentally tour.
Potential for mischief they say
Writing poems on Valentine's day
If you're looking for love
Not a slap from a glove
Don't give too many secrets away
CAUTION
Excuse me.......
Say to our Hausa fellow
Tread with caution
Niger is but the nest of sundry
The deeds our patriots
Drag not to the mud
Err on the side of caution,
For often it seems to me,
If something is overly hard to do,
Perhaps it's not meant to be.
If there are too many precautions,
More than seems normal to you,
It may be better to re-think your plans,
For what's done you cannot un-do.
Sometimes things may seem the opposite.
It may seem to be total bliss.
But sometimes when things seem too good to be true,
You'll find that most often it is.
Life is a hard task master.
Learn from those who've been there before,
From those who don't oft slip and fall,
For it's hard to get up off the floor.
So err on the side of caution,
For often it seems to me,
If too hard, too easy, too much or too few,
Perhaps it just shouldn't be.
Mr. Joe's tongue bloomed as beautiful flowers
Petals falling down as crystal drops of rain
Went to the apple land to follow the shadow as bride's future
Left the morose marks from the woods where he came from
Hence, he looks luxury, brings the mother tongue of universe
Changes vastly the posture from head to foot
Life flies to the solar-flare, everyone wants to stare
Can't count the lines even see the melancholy eon...
Crown of a king touches on his head
Hands with seeds with diamonds sleep under his blessed fate
Waiting for the right clock to point its arms to raise the chin
For those hit his snoopy and woke up his hazardous soul
Swallows everything's weak inside and boosts the anxiety
Mornings can't paid the uncountable mourning
That blew the dandelion in the air called the faith
For every hour sweet line on his face conveys into ash
The deepest sigh is preserved by decades
Pushing himself to jail the race that symbols of his herd
For such reasons just to embrace the statue of liberty
Less proud to yell up own peers to the blue and green eyes
Indeed, the magical ability inherited to the forefathers
Big lie carried the bridge to burn his fellows to be known
The trash on your mind is the one you left behind
The striking flag yet today crawling
And brave spirit obtain to be known
Not as the house of poor servants
But as the creatures with faith
For the abandoned country of majestic workers
Do not
Strike
The honey
Bee
Instead
Feed
It nectar
Soon.
*
Walking through the woods early in the day...
Haven’t seen a single soul passing my way...
All set to hunt as, I bought the latest gear....
On this the first hunting day of the year.....
It isn’t too cold but there’s a bit of snow...
So footprints will tell me where to go...
I can track by smell....
And I’ve been told pray tell....
That Man is getting smarter every single year..
Which means a lot... to my friends in here...
But now here’s the twist of this little ditty...
I’ve never lived or been to the city....
But trust me.. cause when I’m done..
And this is all in fun...by the end of Fall....
I’ll have a gorgeous blonde six footer ... a hanging on MY wall....
*** Just a thought...NRA = Natural Roaming Animal....
or Nasty Reindeer Association.......hmmmm