Best Safety Poems


Premium Member Winds of Change

For forty days and nights, a tempest strange
blew in; the lost unsaved by fortresses.
One shelter only from those winds of change:
an ark that sailed to rainbow's promises.
Elijah, fleeing from his enemies,
protected from an earthquake, fire, and storm,
was fed by angels heeding God's decrees.
The Rock of ages kept him safe and warm.
The fishermen knew raging squalls and throes;
one maelstrom caused their courage to be thinned -
when Jesus tells the storm, "be still!", he shows
himself to be the Master of the wind.
On stormy seas, when troubling winds arise,
sail for the harbor where true safety lies.


Written 23 Nov 2020
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!!

Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!! 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem 

Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins. 
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in their bags and tins. 
Look both ways when you cross the street.  Always stay close to your friends. 
Lighted homes.  Festive decorations.  Porches. Pumpkins.  Invite! 
Oh, be leery of the dark, where ghosts and spooks stay out of site. 
Wear bright costumes that reflect at night!  Not lose or tight.  Just right! 
Every child must be aware that some goblins inhabit homes. 
Each year we hear of razor blades placed in a child’s candied cones.   
Never!!! Ever!!! Eat your treats 'til Mom says, “OK, little gnomes.” 


Stay safe!  Look around!  While you walk, beware of witches and bats.
Always, ghosts and goblins watch.  Looking out for sweet treats you drop.
Fear?  If they happen to appear parents, quickly call the cops!
Enjoy laughter, hot chocolate, and other treats with your friends. 
Take care not to play tricks that could hurt others or cause offense. 
Youngsters, polite and respectful, great delight they do dispense. 


Fun you will have!  Enjoyment too.  Be sure that you are careful!
In all situations, “Trick-or-Treaters” beware!  Need HELP?  Shout!!!
Remember say, “Thank you” for treats when you’re out and about.
Stay clear of Spooky Soupers as they write with their crazy pens. 
To write in verse, some witches curse.  And drive sanity ‘round bends. 
 
The madness, “Dearie,” is very clear; they strive to make amends. 
Hooting owls and wild black cats wildly eat from your mum's pumpkin
Eerily, creaky zombies leave their tombs and walk down your streets.
Night, bubbling soups, you must beware, might be made of your own feet--
 
Frantic frenzies and fabulous fun begins just before dark.
Under that moonlit chilling night, “Trick- or-Treaters,” find their mark.
Nearby neighbors anticipate.  Waiting with treats is a lark!


Contributing Poets in Alphabetical Order:  Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire , James 
Frazer, Rhoda Galgiani, Sean Kelly, Karen O'Leary, Patricia Prescott, Dane SmithJohnsen

Premium Member Safety Measures

I am tired of the denial
Refusal to face the facts
Not learning from doctor’s reports
Not listening, so that we can plan
What is happening is unfolding,
All around us every day
No matter how it’s minimized,
The virus will have its say
Truth will emerge beyond,
Anyone’s trying to control…
What others believe right now
It is a time to work together
Not a time for carelessness,
Or accusations against truth tellers
It is a time to appreciate the gift of life
Treat it with conscious, gentle gestures
A time to adapt for safety measures

Heidi Sands

3/8/20


Warning Signs

The Coronavirus is like gossip
Stay at home and stop spreading it
New Yorkers

JUSTICE

Is this really worth it
To be a woman in a country like this
Where we are forced to shut our scream
How will any girl see any dream
Multiple cases of assault and rape
But still many say it's all fake
Is there any more way to gain your trust
Many lost their lives..is it really worth 
The scars which u gave 
Will always always remain in our head
It's not easy to continue life after this
Just hope you can feel the pain of these
The newborn, the toddler, the teenager, adult 
Is there anyone you have left ?
The shameless act of inhumanity 
Is this the fcking safety ?
When will we be free to move into our own house , our own state n our own country !
Will there be an end to this slavery ??
If it's not nirbhaya it's durga , abhaya or pooja...and many more 
Whose name has never been disclosed
No daughter , sister , mother , wife is safe 
Will there be good days?
Sorrow of grief , 
Which the loved ones suffer , will they be able to breathe
Just think before u did the crime
It's not for the moment but for the whole time
Felt so disgusted to be a part of this country
Hope I will not be born , honestly
Is independence really happy
Or is it just for the sake of a story ??

Black Safety

Fear eats within my soul
	unknown moments where failure is
agony collapses giving away
	falling swiftly downward stopping hard

black iron lines angles down
	parallels joined in molten bonds
repeating rolls identical bars
	anchors are driven securing strong

jagged sharp edges down to doom
	to bite hard into yielding flesh
fear of slipping stumbling falls
	pounding apart in trembling flesh

seizing gripping clinging strong
	carefully edging descending down
memories of failure weaken resolve
	need to forces onward going down

straight lines bend in weakening curves
	strength is yielding giving away
fear is rebounding eating away
	resolve is weakening yielding to fear

careful slow movement continues down
	nearing an end carefully sought
freeing from dread at journeys end
	escaping too briefly at dangers end


Premium Member Touching River Stones

Come bring me your tears from the mountain's stream, 
carry them down over those high cheek bones; 
rush to me with your dampened eyes that gleam, 
in your pocket you're touching river stones. 
I will help you awaken from this dream. 

I'll lick those dewy drops of life's sorrow, 
hold you close and feel your heart's rapid beat; 
rest your head on my way to the morrow, 
let me cradle you deep with my soul's heat. 
Strength from each other we'll lend and borrow. 

There's a place I want to show you, baby, 
a place that's safe and full of love so sweet; 
happy are the only tears you'll cry ... free, 
a fortress I'll build us in which to entreat 
a lasting forever where we can be. 

Those stones that you carried down from so high, 
we'll mount o'er the door to remind us when 
tears fell like rain but did so swiftly dry; 
we know the meaning ... to begin again. 
Hold your hand in mine, let me hear you sigh.

Premium Member Paying Attention To Safety

Here are a few safety tips that will help keep you & your family ssafe
When in doubt, throw it out: Throw out foods with danger-signaling odors. But be aware that most food poisoning bacteria are odorless, colorless and tasteless. Do not even waste a food that is suspect.

Use separate cutting boards for meat and poultry: Don’t use wooden cutting boards. Bacteria can live in the grooves. Sterilize cutting boards in the dishwasher. Consider buying separate colors for meat and fresh foods like veggis and bread.

Wash and disinfect sponges and towels regularly: Launder in a bleach solution.

Avoid cross-combination by washing all surfaces (including your hands) that have been in contact with raw meats, poultry or eggs.

Thaw meats or poultry in the refrigerator, not in the kitchen counter:  If you must thaw foods quickly, use cool running water or the microwave

Do not put food on a plate that was used for raw meat or poultry: If you bring your raw steaks, chicken, or burgers to the grill on a platter, get a fresh platter for a final product

Mix foods with utensils, not your hands: Keep hands and utensils away from your mouth, nose and hair

Premium Member The Safety Valve of the Heart-W

A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job 
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.

Moved to the city in one-room apartment
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
But her husband was attacked by paralysis.

Lying in a broken bed numb as a wound
She shed me deforming tiles of the rooms.
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
 
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she with joy me recall 
I gave her the feelings of a summer shower
She was happy that I was at her beck and call. 

As the time passed when her beauty faded
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty she was, Alas!

Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
I ran to help, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was my salty taste and sweat.

I'm tear, multi-faceted emotions of heart much stressed
By happiness, grief, and pain when they are in excess.
 

Dr. Ram Mehta

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Tenth place win in:
Contest: Personify a tear sponsored by HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Health and Safety

They giggled at the meeting.
 A first for heath and safety. 
 A serious issue: 
 Leptospirosis.
 Dirty rats only carry the disease,
 Canoeing and spelunking,
 With clean ones is ok.

The lady was doing grand,
In the face of grown men and women
At school for the day,
Serious technical folks
Bored or torn from fee-earning work
Out for a jolly in the conference room,
Out to disrupt, and delight to deride.

The core or the soul of the issue,
Was the ladies desire to prevent harm
To her fellow man 
Was there a deep hurt
Or worse a loss
Powereing her enthusiasm
Through the waves of cynicism?

I Am Your Safety Net

I am listening
No you are not
I have told you do not fret
Stay close to Me my precious child
I am your safety net
I look out for your heartaches
And I've come to ease your pain
I've special healing powers
If you just speak out My Name
The Lord God of the heavens
Is beside you all the way
Ask Me to come
I'm sure to run
And we will see a brand new day
© Amy Bohack  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tears - the Safety Valve of the Heart

A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job 
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.

Moved to the city so many miles apart
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
Her husband was attacked by paralysis

Lying in broken bed numb as a wound
Her salty tears deforming tiles of the premises
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
 
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she was in tears all
To her soul tears were like summer shower
She was happy that tears were enthralled. 

As the time passed when her beauty doomed
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty with which she ruled

Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
Tears in eyes, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was salty sweat and tears.
                 
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April 4, 2014
Form : Rhyme

Ignore Safety Rules (I Mean Don'T)

Don’t take chances and ignore safety rules
For you may end up looking just like fools.
Keep yourself safe and do stay alert
Don’t leave in two pieces and your family hurt.

Wear your goggles as though they’re your part-of
You won’t want to miss seeing all that you love.
And please don’t put them on your forehead 
They’re supposed to protect your eyes; not head!

Choose your tools properly and use with care
You don’t want them to be flying everywhere.
And don’t forget to put on your hard hat 
Lest a flying tool knocks you silly and flat.

Remember to protect those precious hands of yours
You still need them for the many years of chores.
It’s not like you can change them should they tear
But you can change the wrecked gloves that you wear.

Donning PPE might be troublesome
And they don’t also make you look handsome
You might feel like an alien coming from mars
But well... they protect you from all those scars.

Dovey Annie

Premium Member Safety Belt

Mayday, mayday 
My mind can't believe this was happening
I have no words to say 
I heard something tail spinning and crashing
It was my debauched life
The sand in the hour glass was going way too fast
They both begin with s…stress and strife
I wish I could change the past
Trying to get off this freight train
Friends and enemies are lost in the speed
Slowing down, the only feat to be abstained
In this fast lane, on our cell phones that’s why no one pays heed
I have to slow down its going to take more than a second
And I hope that I make it because I don't care for competition 
Sorry to say but there's no stop button
You'll never lose your way if you follow your intuition 
If only I could just rewind
Forming an unbreakable cycle 
Now I’m taking it one day at a time
So for this alluring ride, I need to buckle

Premium Member Rst

RAIN
                                        rapid rain recurred
                                    riders rushing recklessly  
                                       rinsed running ramblers 

SAFETY 
                                       sudden storm surges 
                               sailing ships searching  seaports 
                                       survive safely soon


TREATMENT
		                          trace total trouble 
                                       test temperature timely
                                           treating tactfully


Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas 
Date: 19/07/2020
placed : 2nd

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