Best Dangers Poems
You wanted a "good time"
That's what you got
You thought I was easy
That I am not
But later on
I'll see you in hell
Because that's surely where
We'll dwell
Look, sex is a crazy business
You shouldn't have got involved
Now where has it got you?
Your body is dissolved
You weak man
Arrogance and stupidity isn't a great mix
Thanks to you
I just earned a badge to my bag of tricks
You thought you'd get lucky
Thanks for the money
Sorry about the blood
Honey
But this is a tricky business
You lost your life
And before the climax
At least I enjoyed.. oh yes, holding that knife
Categories:
dangers, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
A seventy year old couple on a romantic date,
Were at a bistro eating seafood crepe,
Feeling so good, a kiss they sought,
Locking mouths their false teeth got caught,
And both sets fell onto the plate.
Categories:
dangers, funny, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.
Categories:
dangers, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
Abandoned in the desert by robbers
Bruised and bleeding
Tied on hands and feet
It was dark, cold and I was shaking
The dawn of tomorrow
will it rise?
Please tell me
A bad dream,
close-up of red eyes
Like a snake moving without limbs
I followed a path,
but suddenly it disappeared
and I lost my sense of direction
An ancient dry wind
with sand that grinds skin
Almost naked and sunburnt
Be embraced with temptation
So incredibly thirsty
The lips are wounded
and cracked
Clean water drops
would have been conditioner
for a dry throat
The moon is fading,
the darkness of nights malignant
A struggle to survive
27/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
* - It was no dream ... the victim was supposed to die
... but "I" ... or SHE survived ... this is from a true story
Categories:
dangers, angst, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
The lives of others I can not but steal.
Their thoughts, their dreams, their loves, are all in books inscribed,
Ripe for the taking. Their minds fit mine like new skins.
It does not hurt them: book folk are not real,
And I need their worlds, for my eyes described
One jagged, where crimes can’t all be sins.
But my mind’s stretched, sagging without their shapes:
Written on my soul their words are transcribed.
Once I’m done in my mind they still lurk
Holding my soul’s too hard while round they traipse
I am patchwork
Categories:
dangers, fantasy, introspection, on writing
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
If any parents were to check a facebook account of any teenager...
It stretches their imaginations to see friends from the world over...
Some friends claimed to be some famous idols,
Some even have pictures of popular people...
How can a teenaged kid to know that the nice bosom internet pal,
Is actually in disguise, a killer or pedophil on the prowl...
The dastardly one can claim to be in some far away place...
When in truth he could in the neighbourhood near to your place...
It is so frightening who are being allowed into our lives..
If we indiscriminately accept and say yes to every request to be friends...
Your lovely son or daughter that you'll give up life to protect...
Could be already in a deadly trap of a so called internet friend in regular contact...
It explains how teenaged girls are lured away so readily by an internet friend..
Cos in their squeeky clean innocence they can't see some friends are fiends...
You'll please share this info around, given the dangers that are abound...
In the various forms of social media, we as parents may be very much unaware...
It's frightening how some kids posts their presence....
Here, there and everywhere about their presence....
Sadder still like a much circulated article earlier...
Some proud parents promote their gorgeous precious children...
Little knowing someone with bad intentions, may be collecting information...
Heavens forbid but some young kids are subtlely lured away....
Leaving grieving parents bewildered and dismayed..
Their precious little one is now lost or gone astray..
Like a 14 year girl love besotted teenager who was to journey to Syria...
All alone in the name of blinded love and religious fervour...
See then these incidents of awful dangers challenging our teenagers..
As parents, sworn to protect our children, wake up to these dangers!
Categories:
dangers, community, education, encouraging, family,
Form:
Light Verse
Sadly, we may suffer a delusion
Understanding not the thing we conceive,
While functioning under the illusion
Everything is truly as we believe.
Perceptive minds do not always perceive
That often-told lies are still lies, indeed,
Truth is always borne on factual need
Easily recognized as veritas --
Virtuous, of good character, good seed
Free of falsity and meaningless dross.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written January 30, 2022
for “D Forms – Dizain – Poetry Contest”
sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
dangers, perspective, truth,
Form:
Dizain
She wandered slowly through the woods,
Admiring bluebells, ferns and trees;
The sound of birdsong in her ears,
Accompanied by buzzing bees.
She sat beside a little stream
And watched the fishes swimming by,
The water tasted fresh and cool -
Such beauty made her want to cry.
But pungent garlic plants around
And insects crawling, biting now,
The adders hissing in the grass,
All made her feel on edge somehow.
She wondered where the stream would lead
And wasn’t sure which trail to take;
The sun was fading, she was lost -
She thought she even saw a snake.
She heard the sound of snapping twigs
And then a hulking shadow loomed,
She turned around and stared in fear:
Struck dumb, she knew that she was doomed…
Jack Horne for Francine’s Nature Tale contest
8th October
Categories:
dangers, mystery, sound, sound,
Form:
Rhyme
Danger in the snow.
Icicles falling off lines.
Stabbing broken hearts
Categories:
dangers, death, nature, sad
Form:
Haiku
creeks overflowing
dangerous late summer rains
flood waters churning
Written September 7, 2022
Categories:
dangers, environment, nature, water, weather,
Form:
Haiku
When poets get bored you should worry.
They may try to stir up some "fun".
I think it's the kick of excitement
they get when they see what they've done.
If it seems like it may be too quiet
they'll want to get feathers to fly.
Sometimes it is fun just to watch them
while they 'virtually' yell, scream or cry.
They all love the thrill of the drama
and of course need to have the last word.
We all know the one that is right
is whoever can use bigger words!
I get nervous when things start to simmer
and peace is the only real sound.
Things can change in a matter of minutes
if there's more than one poet around.
Categories:
dangers, funny, on work and
Form:
Some ships founder on the rocks.
Such sad things come to pass.
Relationships! They founder too,
if not upon a rocky shore,
then in a whiskey glass.
Categories:
dangers, addiction, drink, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Here is the secret monologue of many:
"I am loyal, a servant most true!
That is until...I am not paid in full,
Then I turn to tattle, and to trash
Your trust with treason, high and foul!
As dreaded foes tread freely upon you,
I will make merry in your misery!"
"You may hate me, but faith is not free,
Loyalty demands largesse, and a fee!
For the times are adrift in seas of greed,
Full of subtle hints, hidden in sly smiles:
You there! Heed and hear: Pay me well
Or prepare to be quelled!"
Poem inspired by Mencius' important exhortation:
Mencius had an audience with King Hui of Liang. The king said, "....You must have some ideas about how to benefit my state." Mencius replied, "Why must Your Majesty use the word 'benefit'' All I am concerned with are the benevolent and the right. If Your Majesty says, 'How can I benefit my state?' your officials will say, 'How can I benefit my family,' and officers and common people will say, 'How can I benefit myself.' Once superiors and inferiors are competing for benefit, the state will be in danger. When the head of a state of ten thousand chariots is murdered, the assassin is invariably a noble with a fief of a thousand chariots, When the head of a fief of a thousand chariots is murdered, the assassin is invariably head of a subfief of a hundred chariots. Those with a thousand out of ten thousand, or a hundred out of a thousand, had quite a bit. But when benefit is put before what is right, they are not satisfied without snatching it all. By contrast there has never been a benevolent person who neglected his parents or a righteous person who put his lord last. Your Majesty perhaps will now also say, 'All I am concerned with are the benevolent and the right. Why mention 'benefit?' ''
All rights released into Public Domain
Categories:
dangers, betrayal, peace, people, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Beneath this broken piece of sod
Lies one who thought that he was God
Who drank too much
And drove, and such,
A man whose thinking was quite flawed.
Written September 21, 2022
Categories:
dangers, drink, farewell,
Form:
Epitaph
Mara’s hair colour touched by time, her voice hedged—struggling to find its way to me
She had once tried to kill herself.
My flippant thought: Did you succeed?
She looked as she had.
An abandoned relic, bopped-up, surfacing
in her drenched memories—Arbeit macht frei.
The stench of horror clings to her bare flesh,
worn as a wetsuit of near death,
unwashable, unforgettable—always present,
dragging survivors in its spiral of dark desires.
Dipped in death like Lazarus.
One of many Juden,
Spun into the spindle of time
then woven back
into living memory.
Her lips caressed the porcelain rim of a teacup,
allowing her stream of consciousness to flow.
Each sip of thought occupied her scornful solitude.
The cozy, blanketed a tempest of hate,
steeping in a strong pot of paranoia.
A sole survivor, thinking of her great-grand children at the Supernova Sukkot Gathering.
Are they alive?
No word.
Memories placed her on life’s off-ramp,
detouring to the deadened horrors—rising
from the ashes of the Topf & Söhne ovens.
The gas shower of angst traded fears for tears,
fingerless gold rings of love and devotion—
marked as counters of the untold bathers.
Death, hunger and torture, the triple tyranny
of genocide that took her family—people.
Vanquished, now the vanquisher.
Ceaseless revenge inflicted over and over again.
Global tides of sympathy and empathy recede.
Justice silently struggles to calibrate towards
the untempered horror as horror begets horror.
Gaza openly parallels into a concentration camp.
Categories:
dangers, grandmother, grief, holocaust, irony,
Form:
Free verse