Risks Poems

Risks poems bring the best collection of short and long risks poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great risks rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these risks poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on risks are here for you.

What Life Is All About

What Life Is All About prose poem

Have you ever thought, what Life is all about? Going through the sacred books and various philosophical tales, Here is the conclusion I drew: Life is all about taking risks, Life is all about joining dots, Completion of one task

Poems containing references to : Risks

Excuses

Excuses short poem

We have heard it all, So and so is a multimillionaire, He began by rearing chicken, Don’t you wonder? How did they reach at the top? Just because of chicken? No! The answer is simple, They didn’t have excuses not

Dance Of An Acrobat

Dance Of An Acrobat short poem

Poverty constrains, To take the risks, Hunger forces them to bring, Their innocent daughters, On the streets of hungry men, The girls under thirteen, Not yet an adult, Exploiting and exposing, Their boy like bodies, With a long stick in

Driven By Fear

Driven By Fear long poem

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (centennial 2015)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (centennial 2015) long poem

Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or

Hidden Tides

Hidden Tides short poem

Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea

The Journey From The Snow To The Sea prose poem

From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles

Till Death Do Us Part

Till Death Do Us Part short poem

“I do!” I really do! We decided to be together All I want is you and me up until the end Promise that I’ll be faithfully sweet. Bitterness in life, we’ll surpass it my dear. Misfortunes do come! I’m not

Am I Ready To Go

Am I Ready To Go prose poem

I see Him standing at the door, waiting Can I cheat him once again? Maybe confuse Him and He might just go away He smiles knowingly One day, someday, I will have to go Maybe not today But yes, definitely

A Father

A Father short poem

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

The Ant

The Ant short poem

I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,

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Just A Drop Of Water

Just A Drop Of Water short poem

I was just a single drop of water wandering to look for life, thrown by many when they were wet drunk by many when the sun rays set used by many to complete their chores when wandered from places to

My Little Mo Jo Bag

My Little Mo Jo Bag long poem

Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket

Purple Gaze

Purple Gaze short poem

I traced the patterns, Under the clear moonlight. So lovingly held, In the heat of, The purple gaze. The upturned contours- Defined- Sharp- In their arrogance. Craggy- In its silvery silhoutte. Perhaps, It was the last time, I set my

Alive In Poetry

Alive In Poetry long poem

Have you given birth? If you have written poetry then you have It doesn’t matter if you are young or old Man or woman Tall or short Poets give life to words Everyday, in every way, everywhere In a hectic

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color

I Am Not Changed

I Am Not Changed short poem

Every moment, my thought was you The focus of our precious pleasure life, I am not changed, not out of your way I am the same as the “one day” May be I am out of mind sometimes Yet, At

The Father I Know

The Father I Know short poem

Where’s the father I used to know, The one who cared for me, The one I could turn to, The one that would not hurt me, Where’s the father I used to know, The one that would dry me eyes,

Tit For Tat

Tit For Tat long poem

Why now must we fight like we are enemies when we are supposed to be in love… they say two wrongs don’t make a right but you never let the little things go and in turn I return every negative

The First Christmas Tree

The First Christmas Tree short poem

Cross– the first and best Christmas tree Raised aloft on the Mount of Calvary; Had for all around gifts enough Paid by pain from hardest stuff: Iron, steel and animal hide While Mother Mary anguished deep inside At the foot

To A Baby Girl From Her Aunt

To A Baby Girl From Her Aunt short poem

“Dedicated to my niece Noura” Sleep my darling Have sweet dreams Sweet little baby girl The most precious pearl Wrapped with my love Wrapped with care I pray your life Is joyful and fair I long to see you Climbing

Books And Friends

Books And Friends short poem

Friends and good books, Worth keeping always, No matter how one looks. Books offer an insight, To one’s life. Friends pick you up, Give wings to your flight. Books light the intellect, Friends too make your life perfect. With books you are

The Girl Ineed

A girl I need, just for a girl, not as a boy, As I know what a boy behaves like; Not as a mother to chase me With a cane in her hands, To repeat the dos and don’ts; Not

Win You Over

Win You Over short poem

Well and the day I met you was the day I heard Angels sing and I was under your spell in case you couldn’t tell, you gave me a new meaning to the dream of dreams as my heart lost

O The Cowboy

O The Cowboy elegy

Hundred years ago, where were you? When your mother was a little girl growing like a pine tree, did anyone conceive a hero-like man was hidden in the folds of the her body resembling a pan swelling up with heated

Bonita

Bonita ballad

I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed

Life Cycle

Life Cycle prose poem

Life, the very essence of our being. It is inevitable that we all must walk this journey. What we forget is that we are not on this journey alone. Even the nature surrounding us has its own life cycle. Our

Our First Kiss Lingers

Our First Kiss Lingers short poem

Our first kiss lingers come rain come shine It was a soul to soul melody, yours to mine. Love was soaring, like a seagull above the sea Our hearts danced in harmony with the melody It was a soul to

Gift of God

Gift of God short poem

Let me chant prayer almighty, My ALLAH, Let us be one and united, Forever and for the Nation God is great and omnipresent, And knowing hearts of everyone, Known to us that if ye bless us, Nothing is impossible By

Love

Love short poem

Love is lifting of spirits and opening of hearts All else is just possessiveness and control All else is just wants and needs All else is just a sense of loss of control All else is just unhappiness and hell

Funny composition

Funny composition short poem

Two souls come near Without feeling any fear Think about no other Including father and mother Sister and brother May often offer Little help In getting letters Replies are sent later Love game is in swing But it is in

The Puppet Master

The Puppet Master short poem

the blue moon rises in the broken October sky a crooked smile crosses her face a tear in un-knowing eyes the puppet master pulls the strings the puppet seems surprised she dances in the moonlight in the yard where graves

Blue Revelation

Blue Revelation short poem

Blue Revelation Dark fate Blue tears Oh the heartbreak Well and now the ones I Loved are all gone and I am All alone just like a ghost In my own home as the days And nights just drag on

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No short poem

You came as a pretty cute gift of love, That we received, looking a real ‘ WoW’ We decided you will be there on the centre table, Lest we adore you less, and that became your cradle Since then never

Soul Chasm

Soul Chasm elegy

He left this place as he entered it, Curled in a foetal position, Eyes shut, cold and weak Hid neath’ the sheets behind the Doorway to his room His organs lay inanimate, resting under his bones And his eyes mocked

I Am Dead

I Am Dead elegy

I am Dead! O wind! O sky! I know you have no tears to cry for me, Believe it; you have a song to sing for me! Just shake the trees and make them dance. My life was busy, I

Haste

Haste prose poem

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

Vision Of A Tree

Vision Of A Tree short poem

Oh! That Bose you would live by now! And teach these men, for blow they how Unto me! And hash they how my skin to pain In bleeding red not, but fluids of frame. I do shade all, give them

The Night Owl

The Night Owl long poem

Dark blue sky falls into night, an ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine, neatly quintessential resplendence laying heavenly across the sky.. Old wise owl sings inside an old oak tree with orange-yellow red leaves, wind

The Soldier’s Funeral

The Soldiers Funeral short poem

A breeze moves gently Through the long grass Disturbing not a blade. The only sound I hear As they lay me in the ground Are the sounds of butterflies. I listen closely. I hear a dew drop fall Lightly to