Best Repercussions Poems
the heart is always right
unless this time it’s wrong
and this time is not like all the others
this game he must not lose
too much at risk
no room for error
is it worth the risk
has he hit the point of no return
is it really worth the venture
if it’s a go
execution must be meticulous
indeed the stakes are high
this gamble must be calculated
pros and cons be tallied
well thought through in every detail
arsenal of charm and tactics
gone out on a limb
a joyride down a slippery slope
jeopardizing the crown
winner take all
in pursuit of the gauntlet
ripple effect of a backlash
a chain reaction
hanging in the balance
this sort of entanglement
not for the foolhardy
it’s no sitcom for buffoons
at the slightest hiccup
fallout could be disastrous
will he roll the dice
at what point does
temptation become obsession
and seriously cloud all judgment
precarious and unpredictable
impetuous and highly flammable
the repercussions for frivolity
the high cost of capricious reverie
its longterm aftermath
risky business
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
Read on air by invitation ~ August 13, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 2, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND YOUR CHOICE POETRY contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
A young boy who’d been told often enough of the virtues of honesty,
Resolved to tread the same path even in difficulty.
He decided he’d never tell lie nor steal things,
Love all those around him, be they paupers or kings.
He knew the path he’d chosen was going to be tough,
And the journey he had initiated was going to be rough.
But his resolve was firm and his mind was set,
He wanted to find the truth in the advice that he’d never forget.
Saying so, he walked forth, never to turn back again,
To bear all that befell, sunshine or rain.
But how was he to know of the hardships to come,
For advices are not to be followed, only to be given by some.
The very next day at school, the teacher asked him a question he didn’t know,
He refused to cheat, even when proffered to so.
So he was beaten by his teacher for his ignorance,
But he bore his first reward of honesty with forbearance.
And later in the day when his teacher asked him if he had taught well,
He replied honestly, that he thought it was worse than hell.
The teacher was infuriated by his remark hence,
And he was beaten again for his insolence.
He uttered not a cry nor did he complain,
The path of righteousness was difficult to him it was plain.
When back at home his mother asked him how he’d fared at school that day,
His honest reply infuriated her straightaway.
So he was beaten once again,
The poor boy, his honesty did not go in vain.
And then, while playing his team decided to cheat,
But he was honest enough to point it out to the kids across the street.
Furious now his teammates told him to quit the field,
From their wrath, his honesty did not shield.
But the poor fellow bore it with courage and goodwill,
It was a small price for honesty, he decided still.
And when in the evening, he had guests at his place,
He honestly told them they’re a great nuisance on their face.
This remark annoyed his father no end,
And the poor fellow was grounded for the weekend.
All his agonies made him realise with tact,
That advices look good only in books is a fact.
I've accepted the repercussions,
From my choices to my actions.
Forgiving myself and moving on,
Replaced my pain with satisfaction.
The biggest mistake that I had made,
Was putting all of my trust in you.
Not realizing what a crook you are,
Made my worst nightmare come true.
I made it back from hell with you,
From 3rd ward to your convictions.
We lost everything I never owned,
And gained not 1 but 2 evictions.
I know God kept me safe & sound,
As I wandered in the dark alone,
Without His word & guiding light,
My heart became as hard as stone.
I lived so long with a concrete soul,
Pain replaced my well known smile.
All I wanted was to be happy again,
Even if it was only for a little while.
Drugs induced a temporary happy,
Followed by thoughts of suicide.
Dark dictation arose the question,
Would anyone notice if I had died?
I knew my sons would miss me,
They love their mom so much!
Unknowingly they rescued me,
From that demon's evil clutch!
I picked myself up off the floor,
And flew as fast as I could fly.
To the ones I held responsible,
The two reasons I did not die!
I've accepted the repercussions,
From my choices to my actions.
Forgiving myself and moving on,
Replaced my pain with satisfaction.
I used to be a poet…
A god among man became I
Until one day I met a maiden fair.
She was as lovely as a dream of heaven;
Hell on earth to punish my profanity.
More than a gift sent from heaven
Was she, but heaven;
Thought I:
For my sanity ceased to be
At her site.
Her smile told a story;
A story scary but worth listening to.
Each time and again I felt her teeth
Peeling away my flesh,
One bite at a time.
I flirted with the devil ignorant to
The repacussions of my little stunts.
In no time I was held by the neck—
Jaws of death;
The certificate ‘my Angelina’ signed.
I was never taught and I never knew
What it was, the golden rule:
Do so to others as you
Want them to do likewise to you;
Until I took a sip from her bottle in awe.
The hearts I broke prior,
As if by ether, transmitted
Their pain to mine.
All around me was pain written
In blood a symbol of vengeance.
The pain of a heartbreak jerked me awake.
I paid reverence to my guardian Angel,
Who my fears made known in a dream!
And ever since then, before I break a heart,
I imagine the pain!
#Reppercusions_of_circumstances
Right before our minds tries to capture reality, the very moment, we start to familiarize our warmth, instances of ones soul's comfort, the time when everything begins to form shape and when all its out and about, a slap to ones dream, an explosion to ones reality
a time when what matters and real, becomes visible, hopes and dreams which only existed in ones imaginary world, now looming into distress of failure, chances denied turn into, by wishes which this world can't ever grant access into. Seconds that makes all the right senses and reality but mattering no more, for they have dued, with moments melted by memories denied access into by permanent absences
a little, that remain wishes, nights we cry ourselves to sleep, days that rushed before we can say enough. Pillars and leaning shoulders, our lives depended on, which our breaths and presence derived strength from, but this universe has robbed us them, leaving holes and dunes to our whole being, reppercusions, for the scars and crimes made to our souls and peace, tormented nights and agony and circumstances of drained hopes and drowned happiness, broken arrows of better tomorrow, tales and songs every child dreamed of which life killed right before, the world made sense
#Poetic_Ink
We scream silently as the doubt overwhelms.
Alone in this void called the world;
Our captain of this voyage has,
no one at the helm.
Passages of old journeys are but faint echoes in the winds of sorrow.
As we struggle to survive the passing of life;
Our regrets pass in line one by one from yesterday to today;
Casting doubts into our new tomorrows.
Marriages end, lovers pass and we often stand with out meaning.
We who are the lost children of life;
crying out our unheard sobs,
Walk about as unseen beings.
Pictures (in the mind) slowly fade;
Recollections of experiences become altered.
Marching in line, vacant dreams serve only illusions,
of a childs parade.
The voice of the father is diminished by the sounds of depravation.
From a world that is overt and difficult to understand;
We the few seek but find;
No acceptable explanations.
A mother that never was, A loved one who turned away;
Undying love is not enough, there are required expectations.
Such are the conceptualiities that mutate,
The colors of our world into the color gray.
The yolk of bondage has been applied and we labor under the strain.
We ask why, why must it be as such?
These unanswered questions rush to our heads violently;
Like the blood that pumps noticeably in our veins.
I weary, as I suspect do others such as I.
The cost has become beyond means,
As we ask when?
When will this charade pass by?
Unwilling to look away for fear of the unknown;
Desperately seeking to release unhealthy concessions;
We search aimlessly--searching for perhaps what never really was--
"ourHome"
You had set your sights
on the pond, accepting defeat:
wanted to know the depth of water,
fracturing sky.
The mangroves porous roots
jutting out of muddy water
exploring the memory
of reclining tree.
Always remained sick
of politics- the massive
hunt of fake solutions.
The return of theboat with
tiger. Are you ready to
take a plunge in nakedness ?
Behind the curtain was
sitting the invisible wheel
which will find the vulnerability
of a lonely path.
Satish Verma
Greater than the sky that stretches beyond any limit known,
Was the pain that swelled beneath my skin as I drowned.
Precision, perfection, calibration were what I chased all life long,
Denying every craving and ache my heart ever knew.
Deeper than the oceans that descend, devouring every light,
Was every hesitation that smothered me whole.
Repercussions always screamed with a tear in the air,
A dirge of sin and guilt crashing into my grieving lair.
Standing tall was what I taught, though my heart bled,
"Never dare to defy" was all the lurking eyes said.
Colours glided faintly, lingering through the withered life,
Summoning me out of the abyss with the gentlest touch.
Life then felt like hope, something sacred and so pure,
Fear coiled in, for it felt too divine to lose it all.
Dead is what I thought I was before the kiss of truth.
Faith, love, and hope anchored me with life's greatest hue.
No, it wasn't the day of my death,
But the very first day of the rest of my life.
The birth of a life that cradles me with every colour known.
The birth of a life that I can claim as mine and mine alone.