Safe Poems - Poems about Safe

“If you opt for a safe life, you will never know what it is like to win.” Richard Branson strange, I take many risks, but I still don’t know what it is like to win ...

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I was once sad and miserable, Stuck behind the same four walls. Home felt safe — Too safe — Because I didn't want to leave. The world outside felt big and loud, And fear would always pull me down. So I stayed where I knew best, Hiding in my little nest. The walls were kind, they held me tight, But they blocked the morning light. I...

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I *gate* my heart, my *jewel*, my happiness in the *shadows* beneath my chest Outside they *mutter* about dangerous games But I'm no knight, I don't own no shield and my heart? it's broken already, I don't need a prince to lie to me my parents are enough to show me '"love"...

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When life’s been pillaged of calm I yearn for welcome release Somewhere far beyond life’s qualms To know solace and deep peace I build castles in the sky Where I retreat now and then I build castles in the sky But I never move in I go there to think and pray Where no one can breach a thought A safe place to steal away And...

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Do I ever stop feeling scared? Will decisions ever get easier? What happens when I am stuck in a moment and can’t get out, will I start to panic with the thought in my head that it will last forever? Will I ever start to feel safe? Less scared and angry, more happy. Does the weight on my shoulders finally...

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Today, I called the Police assistance line, I was connected to the Police Station nearby. The Officer asked 'What happened?". I said "I desperately need some advices, I was verbally harassed for months, Till last week, I was physically assaulted. When I was at the tram stop, I decided to ignore her as I did before, I even walked further away from her. She...

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"The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe." Quote By Poet Who will keep me safe like thorns on a rose? Only skin to protect my feelings....

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The flashes and glimpses of a, Time that I remembered. The happy times. The joyful times. Those times that I loved so dearly. Dreaming of a past that I knew so well. I felt the darkness as it loomed above, Then, the storm was quickly approaching. The fear swallows me as I dream of a man, He walks with a bright light, Like none other...

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Sweetling, the ground is steady here come, stand beside me let the world shift and tremble; still, we remain. We are unshaken. My Dream, the space is small, yet dreams unfold, and no walls confine us. let us build wonders to the horizon and monuments that kiss the sky. Our story never ends. My Heart, the shadows...

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I was wearing my tie-dye rainbow colored hat in the bookstore the other night…I’ve worn it a lot this year… when a lady came up to the counter and said,’ “When I saw your hat through the window…I knew I’d be safe in here.” It’s fitting as I’m writing this…that I’m walking in the rain…. why is this important…let...

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"Use protection," was her first demand followed by a long list of what's banned. By the time she was through there was little to do so, I think I'll just stick with my hand!...

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Beloved safe harbour in ...

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In twilight's hush, where shadows intertwine, And heartbeats echo like a timeless rune, I find myself entranced by thee, mine, Like nothing else has ever been, or soon. With eyes that dance like stars on a celestial plane, Thou stealest breaths and thoughts into thy keeping, My soul entwined with thine in realms unknown, My wishes,...

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A languorous morning Nestled in between warm duvets, a goose feathered pillow or two…a luxury A striped kitten, a beautiful shade of grey, on a windowsill grey too; purring, gentle breaths, authenticity so appealing A glass of champagne…. Generously sprinkled atop with sweetness, cinnamon, vanilla and pink zest Lethargy turning to verbose; edginess not an epitome of...

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It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon. We were still dressed in our Sunday best. My kids and I had a love affair with the Golden Gate Park and the Pacific. It was 43 years ago on a sandy beach. My daughter was 8; my son was 4. Our new-born was at home. Unlike us, he was far too young to roam...

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