On The Brink Poems - Poems about On The Brink

The Price of Power: A World on the Brink We are now at the mercy of a leader whose decisions, whether through inaction or impulsive action, feel like the whims of a child. As I navigate my own personal struggles, I recognize that the world is facing its own unique forms of torment. Those...

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On the Brink  In shadows deep, where sorrow’s whispers dwell, A lone soul stood, 'neath night’s somber embrace. The world, a blur, in twilight’s mournful spell, Naught mattered then, save will to find his place. On precipice of losing all held dear, He found a strength that quelled his deepest fear. In silence, heard his heart’s quiet plea clear, To endure, advance, and...

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Our Felicity knows no rest and was Often admonished by her Head Nurse. It happened one day she was out for an errand When a small boy was admitted to emergency. With little thought she hurried to help, forgetting she had no gloves on, nor a face mask. The boy was very sick and required great care. The Head Nurse realized something...

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Teetering I stand poised with bated breath, Staring at the precipitous of death. Ground beneath, slippery, shaky slimy. I fear my state, fate and fear will collide. A gust of doubt, a whispered wisp of fear, Blown on ledge, all it takes to topple here. Each moment hanging on the edge of chance, Cast into a risky hazardous dance. But I resolve to...

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As you watched the abuse carried out, My soul was broken, no doubt. A connection can never be made, As my nurturer and protector, I was betrayed. Setting the stage for scant regard, Not knowing how to protect myself by putting up my guard. No loving childhood remembrances, No I love you or tender embraces. I finally had to let...

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This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three For the first time in its modern history Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe But to the rescue rode a Menachem Begin or...

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Light lusters through a leak-in-line squall, design is drenched from the downpour. Ground's thick dew began to shimmer and prism, It's within grasp of awe. withstand meager hooves ahead. I board a whirlwind of vivid cortex. teetering swelling blazes spun whirling. Tidal light wave caught me in its vortex, warmth is generated by red loading. squinting, cold in green turn to a...

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I stand on the brink of tomorrow’s joys Listening to the whispering of a gentle mist Kissing the breezes as they come my way, Mulling over how I spent this awesome day, Wondering how much was clamoring noise Echoing through a preoccupied mind I missed, And trying to recall why I came here to stay Mulling over how I spent this awesome...

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I stand on the brink of tranquility A short distance from out-of-touch, Surrounded by chaotic disapproval All around me swirling in confusion, Wondering whether truth has died-- [sacrificed on the altar of popularity] When it was irreverently interred; What it left for the next generation. And did I let it die a tortuous death Unwilling was I to shout it out loud, Facing down jeering...

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The anorexia is not conspicuous, being half-submerged - just breaking through. She’s a powdered mirage, her skin a hyaline sheer drawn over a necklace of clavicle bones. She knows her chest is returning to childhood, she wants to shelter there, to be her own child. Her small breasts are burgundy nipples, buds made more prominent, anchored as they are to shipwrecked ribs. Designer bling distracts. Cameras whir, she poses, hand paused on a...

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On the Brink Many do reach this point, Death’s an option . . . Not the only one though, As illusion is here too . . . Just wondering what this is all about: Life, Death, Heaven, Hell, Glory, Sorrow? Half-Empty . . . Half-Full . . . And . . . Leprechauns with Big Buckets of Gold. Seeking God’s solace, Whilst finding Lucifer’s...

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denial of culpability relationships gone love forsaken sit and write endless words anger unleashed forgiveness begged abstract concepts random rants filling space why? does anyone care?...

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on the brink of insanity peering over the edge slipping off this ledge of uncertainty terror and dread adrift in a sea of anxiety losing parts of me no eyes to see who will i be unable to know if i can ever be free there's never stability after teetering on the brink of insanity...

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The anorexia is not conspicuous, being half-submerged, just breaking through. She’s a powdered mirage. Her skin a hyaline shear drawn over a necklace of clavicle bones. She knows her chest is returning to childhood, she wants to shelter there, to be her own child. Small breasts bob under burgundy nipples, buds made more prominent, anchored as they are to shipwrecked ribs. Designer bling distracts. Cameras whir, she poses, one hand on a denuded...

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Bone-drained, there is no respite, no split second of peace. The “sundowner”, a hyper-active toddler in a man’s vehicle, never sleeps nor sits. When I succumb to that one precious moment of rest; I am awakened to a furnace running full blast in a freezing cold house and on a nineteen degree night. A...

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