Tragedy in Poetry and Poems about Tragedy
#tragedy
Tragedy in poetry and poems about tragedy. Serious poetry describing terrible melancholy events encountered personally, or by another person, or a group of people in society.
PunkPoe
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:25am
14th Feb 2025 5:25am
Cabernet Valentine
Cabernet Valentine”
Oh my sweet silent Valentine veins flowing life
Secrets are meant to be kept my obedient wife
Luscious ruby mouth perked open for kissing
Shouldn't be too many acrylics inside missing
Most special day of the year celebrated lovers
Jack-o'-lantern face that is loved by mothers
You were stunning under your sexy lace negligee
If you hadn't screamed maybe you wouldn't be ugly
Silken raven strands stained in cherry hemoglobin
Pink blush cheeks smeared in tears, eyes bulging
...
Oh my sweet silent Valentine veins flowing life
Secrets are meant to be kept my obedient wife
Luscious ruby mouth perked open for kissing
Shouldn't be too many acrylics inside missing
Most special day of the year celebrated lovers
Jack-o'-lantern face that is loved by mothers
You were stunning under your sexy lace negligee
If you hadn't screamed maybe you wouldn't be ugly
Silken raven strands stained in cherry hemoglobin
Pink blush cheeks smeared in tears, eyes bulging
...
#bittersweet
#horror
#lover
#tragedy
#ValentinesDay
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 9:25pm
6th Feb 2025 9:25pm
Existential Dread
I realized today why I have existential dread. Its darker reasons.
I have existential dread about why money exists, why people wear clothes, and so forth because my family made me feel disgusting. Like an animal. Not a human. Not a beautiful soul. But a body that they could take advantage of. That they could beat, rape, and destroy. I never felt like anything but a meat suit. A piece of meat.
I remember when I was 21, going out with this guy, thinking I liked him, but then going to the restroom, being vulnerable in there, feeling disgusted. All I kept thinking was...
I have existential dread about why money exists, why people wear clothes, and so forth because my family made me feel disgusting. Like an animal. Not a human. Not a beautiful soul. But a body that they could take advantage of. That they could beat, rape, and destroy. I never felt like anything but a meat suit. A piece of meat.
I remember when I was 21, going out with this guy, thinking I liked him, but then going to the restroom, being vulnerable in there, feeling disgusted. All I kept thinking was...
#dark
#tragedy
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 4:47am
3rd Feb 2025 4:47am
In Alia's World, There's Only Darkness
How Alia Lynch would naturally react to any situation... The real reaction, not the one masking niceness.
Girl scout: "Wanna buy cookies?"
Alia: "BITCH!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!! STOP PRETENDING TO BE NICE!!!" *takes the cookie box and smashes it a million times and then throws it*
Random stranger: "Hi, how are you?"
Alia: I HATE YOU!!!! I HATEEE YOUUUU!!! *takes a crow bar and strikes them a bunch of times and can't stop*
Potential lover: *gives flowers*
Alia:...
Girl scout: "Wanna buy cookies?"
Alia: "BITCH!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!!!! STOP PRETENDING TO BE NICE!!!" *takes the cookie box and smashes it a million times and then throws it*
Random stranger: "Hi, how are you?"
Alia: I HATE YOU!!!! I HATEEE YOUUUU!!! *takes a crow bar and strikes them a bunch of times and can't stop*
Potential lover: *gives flowers*
Alia:...
#suffering
#tragedy
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 4:14am
27th Jan 2025 4:14am
a time of gathering
withered leaves swim like
fish in a dead breeze
the years search
for a retirement home
the night skies gives
the moon a Judas kiss
to betray the risng sun
the memory of love
sits in a dingy room
sharpening a razor
the gathering of angel
wings fluttering behind
the eyes of damp sleep
the gathering of tears
into small puddles where
children's anoint sadness
the gathering of flowers
begging for mercy from
the...
fish in a dead breeze
the years search
for a retirement home
the night skies gives
the moon a Judas kiss
to betray the risng sun
the memory of love
sits in a dingy room
sharpening a razor
the gathering of angel
wings fluttering behind
the eyes of damp sleep
the gathering of tears
into small puddles where
children's anoint sadness
the gathering of flowers
begging for mercy from
the...
#tragedy
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mitjima
Lunarbitsh
Lunarbitsh
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:57am
26th Jan 2025 8:57am
"If only" Pt.1
the white witch only wore black
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
#curse
#friendship
#separation #tragedy
#separation #tragedy
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 5:01am
21st Jan 2025 5:01am
LA
a blue river has
frozen in the vast sky
it is searching for
its traces on the
subtle layers of the earth
the shores
woven like nests
have become distorted
the souls of grey stones
are clashing
with the dry fields
stray winds
caused havoc
in the forests
and made a deep
friendship with
the flames of fire
golden spoon people
sleeping in a deep sleep
have started creating chaos
bumblebees intoxicated
by the sweet fragrance
have started fainting
...
frozen in the vast sky
it is searching for
its traces on the
subtle layers of the earth
the shores
woven like nests
have become distorted
the souls of grey stones
are clashing
with the dry fields
stray winds
caused havoc
in the forests
and made a deep
friendship with
the flames of fire
golden spoon people
sleeping in a deep sleep
have started creating chaos
bumblebees intoxicated
by the sweet fragrance
have started fainting
...
#fear
#forest
#tragedy #apocalypse
#tragedy #apocalypse
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:17pm
20th Jan 2025 2:17pm
Their Voice Like A Blackhole
Their voice is like a blackhole I'm getting sucked into their game, a game I didn't even chose to play.
I'm in this video game constantly running, enemies keep respawning.
I could never escape them.
The John Wacy clown follows me around, he's looking not to kill...
But to steal my soul forever.
They were soul thiefs like the black Klobber in Donkey Kong Country 2.
The nightmare always plays.
The tune is always playing...
They're always watching...
And I'm their target.
I'm their empty...
I'm in this video game constantly running, enemies keep respawning.
I could never escape them.
The John Wacy clown follows me around, he's looking not to kill...
But to steal my soul forever.
They were soul thiefs like the black Klobber in Donkey Kong Country 2.
The nightmare always plays.
The tune is always playing...
They're always watching...
And I'm their target.
I'm their empty...
#manipulation
#suffering
#tragedy
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Revisionary
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 4:01am
16th Jan 2025 4:01am
My heart is an empty home
A beating pulse sought to free itself, once upon a time
Trapped within the overgrowth, bound in a dense vine
My heart is a jungle that covers the suns shine
The beat remains quaint and concealed inside.
“Loving you would make you love me less”
Wet eyes look deep into the lashing wildfire
“Tell me it isn’t true, or tell me to give it a rest”
Rings and weddings, burning shadows of my desires.
Grey black silhouettes dancing at midnight hours
Derelict castle halls and empty rooms looking dour
Reflections of a lively venue to host our...
Trapped within the overgrowth, bound in a dense vine
My heart is a jungle that covers the suns shine
The beat remains quaint and concealed inside.
“Loving you would make you love me less”
Wet eyes look deep into the lashing wildfire
“Tell me it isn’t true, or tell me to give it a rest”
Rings and weddings, burning shadows of my desires.
Grey black silhouettes dancing at midnight hours
Derelict castle halls and empty rooms looking dour
Reflections of a lively venue to host our...
#bittersweet
#emotional
#emptiness
#loneliness
#tragedy
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:39am
14th Jan 2025 3:39am
Diary Entry II
I've been surviving on sadness, drenched in misery,
but I shouldn’t. God knows I don’t belong
among this withering breed.
The Lord knows—every day is a test.
And now, the same air I breathe is killing me,
choking on the fiery catastrophe
that’s plaguing my city.
There must be something deep inside—
some wound embedded, some cause of this insanity.
So I can’t afford to be caught lacking—
must wipe the smoke and ash from my eyes,
because one false step, and I’m buried.
I may have lost some hope,
but within this harried dread, I...
but I shouldn’t. God knows I don’t belong
among this withering breed.
The Lord knows—every day is a test.
And now, the same air I breathe is killing me,
choking on the fiery catastrophe
that’s plaguing my city.
There must be something deep inside—
some wound embedded, some cause of this insanity.
So I can’t afford to be caught lacking—
must wipe the smoke and ash from my eyes,
because one false step, and I’m buried.
I may have lost some hope,
but within this harried dread, I...
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 2:56pm
10th Jan 2025 2:56pm
Helping The Victims Of The Wildfires
The crisis in California is heartbreaking and it certainly is dire.
I donated $20.00 to the American Red Cross to help the victims of the wildfires.
I donated and I encourage you to donate too.
It will certainly be a kind thing for you to do.
The situation is horrible and there is no doubt.
Please donate to these people to help them out.
I donated $20.00 to the American Red Cross to help the victims of the wildfires.
I donated and I encourage you to donate too.
It will certainly be a kind thing for you to do.
The situation is horrible and there is no doubt.
Please donate to these people to help them out.
#fire
#money
#tragedy
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:18pm
9th Jan 2025 11:18pm
Chasm
Your name is carved into my skin,
A prayer, a curse, I let you in.
You are the silence in my veins,
A dark refrain, a lover’s chains.
I built a bridge to leave this hell,
But every step, I fell, I fell.
The void is calling, soft and slow,
A place where only shadows grow.
Drag me down—
I won’t resist.
Break my bones
With every kiss.
The chasm waits, its mouth agape,
No hope, no end, no chance escape.
I hear your voice in empty halls,
A hymn that drips, that cracks, that calls.
Your hands are...
A prayer, a curse, I let you in.
You are the silence in my veins,
A dark refrain, a lover’s chains.
I built a bridge to leave this hell,
But every step, I fell, I fell.
The void is calling, soft and slow,
A place where only shadows grow.
Drag me down—
I won’t resist.
Break my bones
With every kiss.
The chasm waits, its mouth agape,
No hope, no end, no chance escape.
I hear your voice in empty halls,
A hymn that drips, that cracks, that calls.
Your hands are...
#dark
#sacrifice
#shadows
#suffering
#tragedy
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