Poems About: WARNING
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
301.Fire and Water
The heart that was once withered and cold
Has been given the chance to flourish once again.
New hopes, new beginnings, all with vast possibilities
Linger at the door. read more »Emma Annebella
The old lighthouse on yonder reef still stands
warning pilgrims of the dangers in unseen lands.
Death lurks for the unwary pilgrims here
as ships drive onward toward destruction so near. read more »George Wootton
303.Am I a Pessimist?
Am I a pessimist?
Not at all!
I had viewed my 'cup' as being half full.
But I do admit... read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
304.Judging The Apple
The dreadful scourge of leprosy
no introduction necessary,
blows clouds of poison gas
a warning to us all, do keep away. read more »Herbert Nehrlich
heed my warning
no turning back read more »I AM THAT MOUSE
“The buried glaciers make sense as preserved fragments from an ice age millions of years ago. On Earth, such buried glacial ice in Antarctica preserves the record of traces of ancient organisms and past climate history.'
-Their grandchildren, you mean, those ancient organisms,
They, the impersonality of pronouns read more »Amparo Perez Arrospide
307.Life's Not The One You Must Blame
You believe life is always going to give you warnings,
so you won't make mistakes,
but open your eyes,
life isn't that way. read more »Ana Lia Zaldivar
A warning to the North, the West, the South and the East
We are all living in the time of the beast
He is planning his trick, and he hopes we all fall read more »kelly kel
309.The Majestic Mighty Lee
The beacon rays a laser beam,
For miles across the sea,
It warns of shoals to a passing ship,
The Majestic Mighty Lee. read more »Elizabeth Zara Pagan
The confides of my mind,
Is a sick and lonely place,
All those who would dare enter,
Leave no leaving trace, read more »Trevor Thompson
311.Who goes there? for friend Thad
By the rosy light of dawn.
A squirrel chatters noisily
as if his duty is to warn.
a task which takes seriously read more »ivor or ivor.e hogg
312.Three Miles East Of The Town
By the babbling creek that flows by the woodland through the high country three miles east of the town
The shrike thrush on a wattle tree is whistlingat twilight just before the sun goes down
And all is well in Mother Nature's garden on a pleasant end to a sunny Autumn day
A memory such as this lasts a whole lifetime and even in old age from you won't fade away. read more »Francis Duggan