Danger Poems - Poems about Danger

The Sun is pretty–Yes ,we know, It makes the sky and flowers glow. But look too long, and you will find, It's beauty scars. It's strikes you blind. We're taught to chase what shines the most, To the love ones who shine like ghosts. But not all gold is made to keep , some glitters loud and cuts too deep. Not...

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tiptoeing through a minefield f r a u g h t with combustible opportunities a groom jilted at the altar by bride who'd rather stay "just friends." humiliated at his...

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signs and warnings out and about reminders for caution and safety on the roads we know sunday drivers are a menace apparently red squirrels drive slowly while the black ones drive too fast chipmunks on their bicycle hog the road and it's not smart to tailgate skunks it's always wise to mind your manners so stay alert and be considerate share the road ~...

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A voiceless whisper always speaks to me, At times too faint for thought to comprehend, Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear— To warn of danger or to guide to blessings. Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored, But when I heed its prompt, it comes true, It then fades~ like a whisper lost in the wind, and like a dream slipped...

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I like that we’re strangers That our late night intimate fights Are actually just late nights of random conversations with a random stranger The internet came with a whole lot of bad but surely the beauty of an online friend was above it I like that we’re strangers That I can talk to you on end Or maybe...

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Out of a hole near a pond so small, A baby frog gives a croaky call. But mama frog is nowhere around— A snake lies waiting; dangers abound. The baby frog peeks out of the hole— It knows its fate—no frog would console. With fear, it leaps out into the pond; From there, it finds a way to abscond. It doesn't know snakes...

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why do people fear the arabic language? the dense, complicated sweet, athletic tounge language that many people around the world speak in pray in love in what is there to hate fear distrust i don't understand....

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No prophesy, epiphany or convoluted scheme Forecast it’s not. For sure, no joke. And isn’t a pipe dream But something tells me, instinct chimes, we are so overdue For global war, as tensions build, for there are many clue With Pakistan and India, it’s not a soccer match Red China has a grabby hand, conducts another snatch U.S. of A. is...

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In the water hole by Littleton’s Cave There sits a rascal, a snarly knave You can go down there if you are brave But it might mean an early grave He is a stranger, after all He who lingers by that waterfall Strangers are scary is what we teach Stay slightly out of this weirdo’s reach...

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Ah! shipmate obsession with blonde pleasures but treachery’s buried in treasures feminine gold a flute a lyre voices honey dipped in danger temptation burns Hades flames on sunset waters sea-devils those she-devils salty tear sweet ooh songstress sisters just a taste a kiss on lips that set fire to desires with song my sailor’s appetite hungers...

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The Music notations were somewhat divisive: due to the words used weren't defined or agreed upon. I remembered "Geloina striata. Linne" were terms used to describe the stage hands. Some saw her Recreating language as way of "creating conditions that increase vulnerability to, or the likelihood of, a disaster, whether natural or of human error. What the...

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How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater my fingers a...

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There was a rocky hill where I thought could rest myself, But when I sat there; saw people as small as elves, The sky was dark over there, All that the self knew was- the place where I sat wasn't fair. But my tired feet still forced me , The bats flew above my head with an attitude of fully...

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suddenly my world got dark and spun out of control thrust in the eye of the storm all i could see was you and how i would find my way back to your arms Submitted on March 14, 2025 to contest THRUST IN THE CENTRE OF TEH STORM, ALL I COULD SEE WAS YOU sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON -...

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The Buzzed United States are thus stirred up due to the crazy ramblings of the crazy drone and the outbursts of the crazy MOSKA...

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