"jeopardise" poems
So many words I want to say
But how to make you see,
That how I feel is true.
So many words there jumbled up
Inside my messed up head.
But one thing I know is how strongly I feel
And I just cannot let you go.
You hold me up when I fall down.
You've held me when I've cried.
You are my best friend
This I cannot deny.
So many things I want to tell you
But how to make you see
That I think I've fallen for you again.
I cannot jeopardise what we have.
My best friend, I need you to stay.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
we wake the next morning
barely able to look at each other
torn between guilt and shame
replaying every decision
that led to this
i feel i need to apologise
for allowing you to jeopardise your forever
for a fleeting just-for-now moment
a moment purely born from lust
unadulterated passion
that made us forget who we are
this has truly shaken my core
my mind torn between the beautiful act
that consumed me for a few hours
and it's destructive consequences
my heart cries for the woman i betrayed
as much as the hatred i felt towards
the woman that did this to me once
when did i become her, the "other woman"
i hope you find your way back home
and the reasons why you strayed
now i need to say goodbye to you
to someone i never knew
a stranger i'll always remember
try to forget a memory
that will linger
like the bitter taste
of our unspoken secret
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
The mountains would shine, Echoes
of their singing rung through the cities below,
Brilliant blue skies were never doubted, And
the hope of better things was never wished,
this world couldn't get much greater.
Childrens laughs filled the atmosphere
and shining sparks ruined the darkness of the nights sky
Hands were touched and glances were exchanged, Smiles
never faded and tears would never be shed.
Beauty defined the world and the people,
they would dazzle even the most bitter creature,
Love would last forever and could never be ruined.
Routine ruled, yet thats what made this planet brilliant,
how it maintained it's wonder and disbelief.
A child cries, and thats when it stops.
Beauty becomes a thing of the past
Swarms of evil swoop,
Buildings crumble, burn and die,
Screams now echo through the cities,
Tears fall and Love follows closely,
People are lost and hope begins to fade,
Fire grows, scaring, bullying people out of their homes,
Blood draining out, leaving men grey, Like
the sky the darkness had consumed,
Energy is lost, fighting back is pointless
Smoke starts to fill the atmosphere,
And the planet is ceasing to exist,
Cries of many mothers are heard,
Lifeless children in their arms,
Many wanting to live on
but the need to give in and perish, conquers,
This once-peaceful world will soon become forgotten or unknown,
A decision needs to be made,
Would you jeopardise your world in the hope the other may be
destroyed?
Be the killer of your own kind and the killer of your enemy?
The choice is made,
Sometimes you cannot escape the inevitable,
Sometimes things have to be done.....
Oct 25, 2009
Oct 25, 2009 at 12:23 PM UTC
Every inch of my enthusiasm
Seemed to bifurcate into the hypnotic chasms
Considering it to be a cynical manipulation
Made the situation even worse
Every soul around exalted their emotions
And I stood in the corner
Behind a pillar of dramatic fluctuations
Mediocre skills
High hopes
Delusional beliefs
Every thought in my mind seemed to jeopardise my future
All the hypocrites and their sanctimonious talks now were unraveled
I wondered why my ingenuity was being tested
I died wondering why the chaos in my mind was stopping me from living.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
I just invented condescending way
A spiraling - rendition -
In thoughts of give away - do jeopardise
Tight murmur - catchy breath
And warmth of words - neglectful
Icarus - has faced the fall
Demanding for the sun
To follow
"Do give me hope" -
Waves shudder - cries
Collateral is trust -
Uneven debt - to sea
Through lust for gods
To favour - self-aware kin
"I will eat lies"
And drowning frame of wings
Makes yet another prophet
Cast - the spirits' smelting
"Farce!" - for being captive
Dull is the spark to lit
Azure for blinded
"I close my eyes" - a torment
Is benign - "Betrayal!" -
With fools - to play
In helpless shade of sun
"Be a good match"
Spent to emblaze the star
"I bet he fades"
Dismissive is calm laughter
"It's in your head" -
World - empathetic
"You do like humanizing" - stalls
When reaches out a hand
For burned
And now is lit a candle
Coax thins the fumes
"Do feel accepted"
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
western society has, what we call
an ambitious existentialism -
eastern society has, what we call
the expected existentialism -
oh, apologies for the big word,
i know how smart you are
having books for doorstops
with whiffs of the northern wind sometimes
pooping by a hello... but honestly,
the west is so ambitious and the east
so unambitious that we have
a billion Chinese and about a billion
variations of a McDonald's original advert
of: mm... i'm turkey minded to gulp
that **** in!
and stitched up like a diabetic on a diet!
hanky-tango-two-times of
a sneezing donkey's giddy-up toward Golgotha
sounds almost the same.
are you here for the touristy memorandum
hanging on your neck? me too,
i was about to jeopardise two thousand years
of human history with it, imagine! imagine
what an idiot i'd be if i'd actually gone along
with it!
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
If there’s one place in the house we can’t do without
it must then be the W.C. that doesn’t really stand out.
It is our main port of call during the day and night
that we all use to answer calls of nature out of sight.
And what goes on in there sometimes is hard to believe
but we feel good after our bowels we gratefully relieve.
For it’s a fact of life that our body produces much waste
from what we all consume as food pleasant or not to taste.
The smells, sights and sounds coming from there can be awesome to behold
before or after anyone has a session in there that one needs to be bold.
It is for this reason a whole industry has evolved over the years in its wake
as we try to do away with any unpleasantness that all our bodies make.
The amount of time we spend in there can be a blessing in disguise
as we eliminate the waste products of our bodies in variable size.
Whether it is gases, liquids or solids depends on the urge
but one thing is certain that with all of them we must purge.
And as far as a blessing goes how many people have received
an insight or solution to a problem that previously deceived.
After spending some time in the W.C. with a good evacuation
we usually give thanks to the powers that be in contemplation.
It is as if we must return or give back some part taken from the earth
and of this we cannot or should not ever be neglectful from our birth.
This inherent law or principle of nature seems to be unrelenting in its demands
that we jeopardise physical and mental health if we don’t adhere to its commands.
_______________________________________________________________
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Since there is no escape for me in the end
Since my body will become so utterly devoured
By the fire and the dirt and the earth
With the memories that torment my fragile mind
And jeopardise my every breath
That bury themselves to the depths of my very being
And shred and slice and stab at my very existence
Let me go free, as waves to the shore
In credibility, allow me to sing my last breath
In the short hours of light left, let me lift my weighted head
And blink in the vastness of my impending eternity
The inevitability of the dark abyss
That shall consume my helpless self,
As if I never was.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
*
*
~
Ever had that point in your life where
you wished you could just press
a button and restart your whole
life?
Never losing any of the knowledge
that you have now?
It seems like I'm having more and
more of those days...
I try my best to walk on the path
of light, but I can't help but turn
and feel the shadows crawling
behind me
How they yearn to sharpen their
blades with their poisoned whispers
and seek my neck to slit my throat
The memories of my 'childhood'
coming back to bite and drag me
down to my death
I only wish to build for my future,
to move on,
begin anew,
to rise about the turmoil that burns
in me
For the man I hate most in this world...
Even now, I'm not sure that I fully
understand the past
I have so many questions, still
But I guess I will never truly understand
it, not as I am now anyway...
But it's better to understand than me
seeking to solve it
I can't change my past
I can't delete my mistakes
I'm still at war, fighting off my insecurities
my self-loathing
my depression
my anxieties
my shame
my anger
As scared as I am, my hand
is on the handle that leads
to my Hall of Hope
Small, it may be, but hope
is something that is hard to ****
once it has taken root
The key, stability, is there beyond
my gaze
My future is the only thing I have
There's nothing left for me in the past,
nothing but pain and a black-hole
of emotion
So I humbly ask you...
Help me to overcome and experience
my best life that hides behind my fears
I won't let anyone jeopardise what could
be for me, for the sake of jealousy or even
impulse
I can't be a tree that never bears fruit...
For risks are apart of life
So I will follow you,
with my heart praying for salvation
From the smoke from the past,
you present me my mirror
even if it's something I do not wish
to see
My past, I will make peace with
but I will create my bright future
~
*
*
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
You want your freedom
Want your *****
You make my fairytales come loose.
Apologies dont mean a thing to both of us
You re still unfair and I still jeopardise your trust.
I want to be with you see that you care
You only talk, you choose truth never dare.
I want a first dance, want your crying eyes
To shine so bright and be clear like blue skies
When I am in the whitest dress…say yes.
My life is not a fairytale
Of that I’m sure.
But I believed you d make it one
You d make it pure.
I’d fall down to your feet
I’d hug your knees
I’d beg and swear I love you
With such ease.
In love there is no space for pride
I say im sorry and I never hide.
What hurt the most that you don’t understand
how much it hurts and how hard to pretend
To make my peace with what I always feared.
To know what could have been and realise.. I saw- it disappeared.
You made me stronger I have ever been
But now im so weak, and my hope s so thin.
i want to make you feel like i am not forever
eternity seems to be not so long.
i want you to keep what we have
and treasure
what we will have as long as love goes on.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
for ever under pgang 09.09.18
this is going to spike
the penny did drop
not a story to get a like
front page will flop.
every single shift
all of pgang did scrutinise
now for ever rift
staying clear for no jeopardise.
going to speak my mind
speculation is no illusion
looking back at rewind
gang mentality had conclusion.
on you is shame
you all did cross the line
like love for ever and playing the game
logged on poetry forums for ever to shine.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
We won’t sink back into darkness. I don’t want that for either of us. I’ve worked so hard to be a better father, husband, human. I won’t jeopardise that and my hard fought sanity. Nor do I want to hurt you ever again.
And you’re a locked up box. I don’t have the key.
You’re not a horrible monster. You just made a decision, at a very difficult time. Decisions have consequences. My heart, soul and sanity were the consequence.
My decisions had consequences too, I acknowledge that, but there’s one difference. It’s all in my lines. I won’t rehash it.
I didn’t write those poems to hurt you. When it all got too much, that’s all I had...
The sea saved me this week. I walked past that little car park where you dropped me off that day and **** near lost the ability to breathe.
I can’t stay here any longer. I fly home today. Dad’s back on his feet for now. I asked him what he’s going to do when his frivolous bipolar spending spree runs out. He calmly replied. Suicide.
I have not-so-little humans who need my energy. He doesn’t deserve any more.
When you read my lines, beneath the pain, I still love you.
I can’t feel the warmth from your heart. Mine is cold. Your well wishes are welcome.
I miss you x
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC