"endanger" poems
Secrets create,
Enemies and friends.
Can start new trends.
Reveal new tech.
Endanger peace.
Turn blue to red.
Secret whispers.
Secrets welcome.
Extra income.
Conditional love.
Regretful outcomes.
Emotional sin.
The hidden grin.
Secret whispers.
Secret sounds.
Entrapped inside.
Craves to be found.
Results in lies.
Eats till it dies,
Till realized.
Secret whispers, do not hide.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Dusk!
With a creepy, tingling sensation you hear the fluttering of leathery wings!
Bats!
Glowing red eyes and glistening fangs,
These unspeakable giant bugs drop into view.*
Fibrous wings furred like a moth,
Big ears are just a membranous extension of antennae.
Flying in search of a flower’s pollen laden froth,
Silent except for the hum and squeak of echolocation.
Trap bats in attics, butterflies in nets.
No rabies feared, no bedbug bites to itch.
Clawed feet ****** and grab like praying mantis pincers;
Bloated stomach slopes like a pudgy beetle.
Jaws manipulate like an ant, excise like scissors;
Soft hair rustles like a wooly caterpillar.
They live in darkness, centipedes do too,
Come out at night like cockroaches tend to.
Skittering through the night like daddy long-legs,
Noses snubbed like bumble bee faces.
Wind turbines endanger bats,
Like fans endanger lightning bugs.
Only one percent of bats are vampiric,
Like only a small percentage of spiders are poisonous.
Dawn!
With a creepy, tingling sensation you hear the fluttering of leathery wings!
Bats!
Bats are bugs, aren’t they?
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 5:04 PM UTC
Just because it's suggested doesn't make it right.
In the hands of teachers, other staff.
What other purpose could this directly serve.
To defend our institutions.
To further endanger those around.
The knowledge instilled from book to teacher a different practice.
Now holstered, hidden in the drawer of a desk.
What goes through the mind of the victim that's been bullied.
What training can be set in place to stop the next bulletin.
Shooting across the screen.
The kid in 10th grade that carries the weight of the world.
Sitting all day staring out the window.
Mother in hospice.
A fragile thought swallowed by deafening silence.
It no longer becomes a listening session of encouragement.
The after school sessions of comfort sped up.
Another bulletin of hysteria fired across the screen.
Teacher student affair.
15 year old student found with 42 year old man.
When in reality she was seeking help due to a troubled home.
Afraid to sleep knowing the door would creep open.
Leaving her terrified to close her eyes. The relationship between step daughter and father without boundary.
Where's the specialty training for those who care.
The proper resources that extend beyond that of a pamphlet.
The dark skin kids that's made fun of because they look different.
Stereotyped as aggressive.
The dope boys, the baby mamas.
The light skin girl that's made to feel inferior because she turns red with every hit.
Her hair is longer than theirs so she wants to cut it.
Aggressively forgetting all the beauty she possesses.
The active shooter managing to make it pass the metal detectors.
Rallying the attention he didn't get at home.
The debate carries on across every wall except the right ones
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Beacon of prayer, flicker and be
the light of sky. Call me to your
worship and break me into
two. Danger and endanger me,
extinct. Match or game? And game?
Start at the end and end in a pool
of molten silver, molten treasure.
Get on your knees, look to the sky and
call out to the deities, for I am burning now.
I trusted you, ash and all.
Now I see; all that flickers ends in dust, anyway.
that al
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
If I were not a person who dealt in words
the same way others dealt in currency
(or maths
or measures
or facts
or any number of infinitely more practical things)
If I were not a person who breathed in the flow of letters against pages
and thoughts against spaces
I would never love an artist
because no matter the medium of the life
cra
wl
in
g
beneath their skin
No matter if they hear notes in the flip of her hair
(or paint galaxies of the breath against her cheeks
or create worlds hinged on his fallen eyelash
or build monuments to his unguarded laughter
or sway to whatever melody her eyes serenade beyond flickering boredom)
no matter the medium they substitute for the oxygen they inhale
Their hearts
do not exist
—cannot—
outside of the muse they substitute
to pump their passions through their veins
And if I were not a person who dwelt between the strokes of the letters
and devoured the length of meters
I would never love an artist
because their lives are forever forfeit to their muse
sold, clapped in heavy irons
to a desert oasis you cannot reach
because you cannot be his muse, if he has notched you onto his belt
For an artist would never endanger his muse, no matter if he loved her
(or worshipped her
or tortured her
or reveled in her
or whatever multiple definition love has contracted)
If I were not a person who knew the woes of seeing more
than what the world might first offer
But I am.
And I understand.
And I would never love an artist
For I belong to my muse and so does he
and She demands
that no competition come from the love
She allows me
outside Her chamber doors
and an artist's brilliance is competition indeed
And I can only ever love an artist
who
might
forgive
And who might understand
If I told her she is my muse no longer
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
1658
Endanger it, and the Demand
Of tickets for a sigh
Amazes the Humility
Of Credibility—
Recover it to Nature
And that dejected Fleet
Find Consternation’s Carnival
Divested of its Meat.
2.1k
On the News today, it has been reported, about tornadoes in several States. Why would you get out the car, to take a picture of the storm that's right on you, what a "Dumb Mistake"?
Now concerning Donald Sterling, I hate to say it, but he is a Billionaire fool. Does he realize he could endanger his life, with the comments he has used?
When the captain jumped off the ship, leaving the children behind, do you feel your life is better, not paying the children any mind?
The Prime Minister of Malaysia, did not care about the families who were left behind. He was so eager to get everything over with, by texting them, causing them, to almost lose their mind.
A life is a precious thing, before the eyes of the Lord. It is important that a life is saved, so get on one accord.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Two lovers
Standing on the side
Of a ship, peering down
To the sea below.
I was the southern belle
With one hand on my coin purse
And the other on my cap, holding
It in place despite the breeze
Sweeping off the sea.
You were the southern gentleman
One hand in your pocket, toying with
Your antique watch that always seemed to
Be a minute late, and the other on the
Railing, keeping you steady as you
Squint ahead in an attempt to
Separate the seams of
Sky and sea.
A wave of mass proportion
Heaves the ship to one side,
Causing me to slip from the
Balcony and into the railing.
You immediately tear your eyes
From the sky and into mine as you
Reach for me, grabbing my hands
And attempting to pull me to safety.
But the ship leans,
And I slide over the side,
Your hands the only thing
Anchoring me to anything.
You are under the impression
That you can pull me in, but the
Sea has something else in mind.
It rocks the ship, throwing me
Against the side and then
Tossing me back out again.
Your eyes are desperate,
Your grip is sturdy,
But your body is
A victim of
Gravity.
I can feel you
Leaning further
Over the side, your
Eyes still searching mine.
I know that
If I continue to
Hold the hand that
Has always saved me,
It will only endanger you.
So I pull
My fingers
From your grasp
And watch your eyes
As I fall to my death, but
I know that I have saved you.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
To the once blooming violet, is it true?
Will she succumb her petals to the burden of time?
Will I be witness to the ripples of this crime?
Is the storm to drown her in skies darkened blue?
Why is the savior the one to endanger?
Why is the heartsease the one heartbreaker?
Why is the kind spirit the true soul shaker?
Why is my best friend to become a stranger?
How can she lose against the clutches of temptation?
When was the divine cursed with humanity?
How could the listener speak with inanity?
When was our friendship twisted into damnation?
Will an invasive **** be victorious in his heist?
Is the **** to convince her of his illusive might?
Is he ******* her salve, to my abysmal fright?
Will I rot of envy from the disgraceful tryst?
Why is life’s story a destiny written in stone?
Why can’t I change the demise plagued within?
Why should her scent become my eternal toxin?
Why shall it degrade me from my flesh ‘til my bone?
How was I yearning for the bliss of her design?
When was I seeded with this addiction?
How was it dreamt into endless affliction?
When did Violet and Lost Girl begin to intertwine?
Epilogue:
And did the lost girl tiptoed through the darkened fields?
Was her in search of the warmth of the sun’s yield?
Did she reach the water? Was it her escape?
Was a giant lily in the wait?
Was it a doomed attempt? No heat, no win?
Were her burdens too heavy? Did she sink in?
And forever bound, was this betrayal to restrain her way?
Or was it a promise of the past to save her day?
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:46 AM UTC
I have some pretty unpopular opinions.
Acts of stringing string cheese have always seemed so wrong!
Maybe people say I'm strange because I like some songs.
And that's just the beginning...
Being human, so many think that microwaves pose danger.
I can't imagine why you'd think that radiation's any stranger.
Getting some exposure is sure to not endanger!
Word for wet: "moist?" I don't exactly hate it.
Everyone seems to, though, so I don't bother to debate it.
I don't think that sidewalks are dangerous if they're cracked.
Right! That's not an opinion, it's a cold hard fact.
Definitely, it's a hazard to leave vaccines ignored.
Oops, some disagree! Time to give Darwin Awards.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
You don’t need to self destruct to get attention
You don’t need to
Hurt yourself
Cut yourself
Starve yourself
Endanger yourself
Sabotage yourself
To get attention
You deserve attention
You’re worth noticing
You’re worth caring for
You are worth them sticking around
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Pain
is a warning
that points to danger --
that the wrong choice was made
in baring hand to flame;
or the wrong thing was desired
in the objectification of another;
that the wrong expectations were held
in contempt of circumstance;
The truly foolish
romanticize the warning
and ignore the danger
to which it points;
and the lost
mistake the warning
for a guidepost beckoning
toward safe-houses;
This obsession
the pearl of Pain in ignorance,
for the wrong direction taken
at the fork of Pain and Sorrow;
the wrong outcome desired
in pressing on unbalanced; and,
the wrong ideal held as Truth
in seeking fulfillment;
the burden of youth yare
to claim its potential, ready
to risk and fail.
Wisdom says, "Push on through"...
and also, "Know when to quit."
For men yet forget
the meaning of Pain.
Pain
is a warning
against ignorance, inviting
the seeker to set aside illusions,
coaxing the candid
to shed misplaced pride;
The truly foolish
romanticize ignorance
and endanger the soul
to which it points;
and the lost
mistake ignorance
for reason itself,
and become enthralled;
This obsession
the pearl of Pain in ignorance,
for the wrong direction taken
at the fork of Pain and Sorrow;
the wrong outcome desired
in pressing on unbalanced; and,
the wrong ideal held as Truth
in seeking fulfillment.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
*here they go again , these experts
telling us things to sadden the heart:
game may not be that safe to eat
running river water is never a treat
for it carries upstream decadence
here they go again, these stuffed-shirt experts:
water is two to one hyydrogen and oxygen
boiled, the oxygen steams away into the air
and your cappuccino has a hydrogen flavour
we endanger our lives when it we drink and savour
here they go again, the learned heralds of demise
they tell us that nothing we can ever devise
can avert the armageddon that's surely coming
the entropy or second law of thermodynamics
transforms physicists into latterday prophets
here they go again on prime media, the erudite experts
talking about free radicals, anti-oxidants, titanium utensils
and the havoc that excess proteins, fats and carbohydrates can cause
it’s time to go puritan and vegetarian in this new poisonous present
where fun is frowned upon and barbecues are a deadly pastime
in this age of dietary enlightenment and forced moderation
we must eventually go raw in our cuisine and be natural about it
or perhaps be as creative as possible before the nutritionists come in
to tell us how not to cook our food and how not to eat it
living was great fun before this age of detoxification and cancer!*
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
When humankind is out of control,
The world suffers a giant loss.
Threats of mass extinctions aren't
Difficult to come across.
More than half of the world's primates
Are on the verge of extinction due
To agriculture, logging, mining,
And hunting. Where's the hullabaloo?
Lemurs, chimps, orangutans,
And lowland gorillas are under threat.
When we endanger others, we also
Endanger ourselves, don't forget.
Habitat loss, climate change,
Wildlife trade…. Scientists fear
That if these are not halted, many
Primates will sadly disappear.
We're talking about numerous species--
A couple hundred, not just dozens.
What is wrong with **** sapiens?
How could we do that to our cousins?
-by Bob B (2-6-17)
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
How can you bring yourself to text, while driving in your car? Do you value the people who are near, and those traveling from afar?
How can you text, and endanger many lives? You could **** not only children, but people's husbands and wives.
How can you text with an attitude that you don't care? You cause people to prepare for funerals, pulling out their hair.
How can you text, putting everyone in harms way? A law in every state should be passed against it, and it should start today.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
Pleading blue eyes,
Begging me to stay,
Begging blue eyes,
Plead me to please not turn away,
Pleading blue eyes,
That are filled with deceit and lies,
Begging blue eyes,
Still cheated no matter how this women cries,
Sorry blue eyes,
Despite other ties,
Implore on me them to forgive,
Only for all deceit again relive,
So pleading blue eyes,
Begging Blue eyes,
Now only so mournful of its ways,
By lust for others than his wife once sways,
Sorry blue eyes,
Will never change,
Sorry blue eyes,
Once I knew now strange,
Pleading blue eyes of a man I thought I knew,
Begging blue eyes of a cheater I had no clue,
Sorry blue eyes,
Beg me to reconsider with tears it cries,
I shut my green eyes,
I open tear stained eyes,
Tired, pained and sad,
To stay with one so unfaithful I would be mad,
Tired eyes look down on the familiar stranger,
With his familiar pleading blue eyes,
Tears I strain could me endanger,
So pleading blue eyes green eyes turn away from as we say our goodbyes,
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:11 AM UTC
she asks for me to stay
"and stay i will"
even when she refuses me
the same peace of mind
but blame falls not on her
when she threatens
to leave me bare
on the back of an untamed bull
it was my fault to mount
and endanger our love
so now i'll get back off
unless she mounts with me
and ride our lives out past the sunset
on a force that cant be controlled
our emotions
our vulnerable, untamed love
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
I can't remember the last time
Where I looked you in the eyes
And simply said what's on my mind.
It seems every time I'd lie;
Taking another chip from your heart
And placing it in my shark shaped
Piggy bank.
You called me out and I ran away with my words
Down another trodden path
Of familiar verbal catastrophe
When all you wanted was me.
Well if that's all you wanted
I guess I should start from the top.
I'm sorry but I think I'm leading you on. I'm apologize for coming on way too strong in the beginning. But I feel afraid all alone with no comfort from close friends, just media drones. I keep you around for the *** however convenient, yet I can't stand the shape of your forehead, nose, or neck. I want to take away your breath, if not for the moment so you don't speak, then for the mornings when all I want you to do is leave my bed. I'm so insecure. My character faults tumble down the rabbit hole like a bead of sweat wet from my hairline on my head to my hairline in the crevice of my rear end. I still pick my nose and sometimes eat it fearing that if I don't that I'll feel cheated. I convince myself there are starving kids in Africa; kids who would do anything for a meal that they would endanger there body in the form of human trafficking. I'm selfishly selfish. I come out with personal gains for every favor in my friends' names. My *** ***** hangs but not as low as the average, a trait I think most females would laugh at. I have trouble saying "I love you" to my mother because deep down I feel troubled that she would just ridicule me for having feelings for another like she did when I was twelve. I consistently lie through my perfect teeth that hide the grime and cavities that I do keep. I feel like I should somehow be embarrassed and express all of thoughts to a psychoanalyst. But they would make me tell the truth which seems to be the most difficult thing I could do.
When all I want to do is lie to you.
And keep you on a fish line
Because I like the way our bodies intertwine physically.
Just please stop asking me what on my mind
Because honestly, you really don't want to know.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
I'm nothing more than a fly on Life's expansive wall
The news spread to swat me swiftly through the air
And as I'm gliding aimlessly with my effortless fall
I wonder how it used to feel, back when I use to care
My withered wings, Oh the places They have soared
Lascivious flings, Oh the territories I have explored
Jewels and things, all just pointless awards adored
Like retired Kings, I've grown tired, old, and bored
Yet my soul clings, for anything I may have ignored
and then it sings, a melody that leaves you floored
Recklessly I must abandon thee,
this identity bestowed upon me
Although I have a penchant for living
knowing it will end is so unforgiving
Part of a species that could never be stranger
That Recklessly we shall eventually endanger
So please let these words do their job and nourish
Your mind, body and soul are now free to flourish
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
When she gets ill
Everything disordered;
Light and warmth amend,
Day and night differ,
Breeze revolutionize,
Everything dismayed!
When she gets ill
Everyone distressed;
Rivers and streams waste away,
Birds are becoming shove,
Flowers desiccated,
Crops shrunken,
Everything dirtied!
When she gets ill
Murkiness delimited us,
Our aspiration and potency endanger;
Let’s pray for her resurgence!
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
If you think you're getting another chance
I suggest you turn around,
and leave.
You spew ******** about caring about me,
about wanting to listen,
wanting to be there
But when I needed someone these past few months
you were no where to be found,
and I was utterly alone.
Sometimes I wish I could give you a second chance,
but I'm known for being stubborn,
so dreadfully stubborn
And of course I've managed to hold onto
the smallest hint of self-respect
so tell me why --
Why would I knowingly endanger myself again
by letting you back into my life?
Can you answer that?
No?
I didn't think so.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Long journey ahead on dirt road, Dust fills the paths can't see past it, the suns heating our heads, two hot heads on path of destruction. She's so weak and tired, I give her the last sip of my water, though she's got a bottle in her bag I don't know about, thought I knew her so well.
We hear voices telling us which paths to take we turn but there's no one there to help, as end of the dirt road nears the dust gets stronger by the step, we can't see ahead we are walking visionless, I endanger myself to keep this dying flame alive, I try and try but comes the end of the road where we departed, becoming strangers and faded Memories to existence that once was.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
I had the chance to stay alive
we ran but, I fell twice
I didn't see the one lurking at the end of my drive
It was an old one an surprised me completely
my hand went up to stop the teeth
but it sunk down on my wrist ever so quickly
I got away but now I greatly fear
that the virus will spread
maybe by a freak chance I will be free and clear
should I tell the others I start to wonder
I know if it was me I would shoot them in the head
But I am so embarrassed by my total blunder
If I lay and wait I could endanger the others
It will creep up on me and spread
My people are close we are like brothers
My life would have been saved with an amputation
My indecision has my life hanging from a thread
Now I live in total frustration.
I need to get a gun to end it all
or some way to successfully behead
right now I am up against a wall
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Alone the mirror,
Cracked and ugly
Stares blankly at nothing
Waiting for a face to draw upon
For images protruding
From behind my glassy eyes
Reddened without sleep
Speak softly to the morning me
And tell of unwanted future’s plan
I recklessly endanger hope
For self-satisfying ambitionless wishes
Defying optometry, optimistically,
I see beyond the pleasant and mundane
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC
Panic errupts
As my composure disappears.
False accusations;
the end draws near.
Such a beautiful soul;
You're simply pure.
A smile on your face,
So dangerous,
It's scary.
Distance so deadly
Meaning obstained
Treachous preditors
Prance on my terrain.
Manipulative beings
endanger your existance
As I sit and pray
For your beautiful and safe return.
Menacing followers
Pry as we fight
Soul filled with sorrow,
It all happened that night.
Cries of despair
Rip from my soul.
All emotions gone a wry,
your fate's been decided.
One slippery mistake
And you are easily gone.
Stay close to me baby,
Everything as feared,
Went wrong.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC