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.
Madcinder
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:54am
Yesterday 8:54am
Compacted Ice
How are you little witch?
You stupid little bitch.
I’ll show you who I am.
And then you’ll understand.
I’m just a messenger.
A messenger of death.
I’ll have a word with her.
There is no question left.
I am the king of the frozen world you call your home.
Defender of the wilderness of barren ice and stone.
The forests farthest north are where you cast your spells.
Deep in compacted ice is where your angel dwells.
How are you, you’re not a witch.
But every time you wish.
Others would see that truth.
You...
You stupid little bitch.
I’ll show you who I am.
And then you’ll understand.
I’m just a messenger.
A messenger of death.
I’ll have a word with her.
There is no question left.
I am the king of the frozen world you call your home.
Defender of the wilderness of barren ice and stone.
The forests farthest north are where you cast your spells.
Deep in compacted ice is where your angel dwells.
How are you, you’re not a witch.
But every time you wish.
Others would see that truth.
You...
#winter
#lyrics
#apocalypse
#tragedy
#curse
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diamonddave75
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:06am
Yesterday 3:06am
Prey
different faces
some are chaos
subtle itch
hidden by masks
bone to pick
consumed in guilt
false identity
we’re simply built
throw the stone
web site wars
revealing faults
human insecurity
is this our best?
unimpressed
it’s quite sad
and second guessed
egocentric lies
fuels timid fires
a brave keyboard
shields ignorance
lost souls
falling deeper
pride kills hope
meet your reaper
death is lonely
forged in deceit
black clouds
invade light ...
some are chaos
subtle itch
hidden by masks
bone to pick
consumed in guilt
false identity
we’re simply built
throw the stone
web site wars
revealing faults
human insecurity
is this our best?
unimpressed
it’s quite sad
and second guessed
egocentric lies
fuels timid fires
a brave keyboard
shields ignorance
lost souls
falling deeper
pride kills hope
meet your reaper
death is lonely
forged in deceit
black clouds
invade light ...
#honesty
#tragedy
#philosophical
37 reads
6 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 8:40pm
24th Sep 2020 8:40pm
Why I Hate Guns
This article is about my hatred of guns. When I was a teenager, I thought it would be cool to own a gun, but I changed my mind. Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of these people who wants to disarm America. I have no problem with people owning a gun or guns. But only if they are responsible. If you are an irresponsible gun owner, you should have your gun or guns taken away immediately.
A couple of gun owners turned me against guns. One of these things happened here in Tennessee close to thirty years ago. On a cold winter night, a nine year old girl was chilly. She decided to get an...
A couple of gun owners turned me against guns. One of these things happened here in Tennessee close to thirty years ago. On a cold winter night, a nine year old girl was chilly. She decided to get an...
#children
#death
#tragedy #nonfiction
#tragedy #nonfiction
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Monstrositat
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 3:58pm
21st Sep 2020 3:58pm
What's In My Backpocket?
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I'm going down to the river and giving them fish a piece of my mind
Or maybe a little...
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I'm going down to the river and giving them fish a piece of my mind
Or maybe a little...
#river
#music
#lyrics
#fish
#tragedy
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Stoney223
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 00:36am
17th Sep 2020 00:36am
NO LONGER ARE YOU
They say when you go through something's that we never thought we needed to learn from life, it comes with an even higher price of lessons, that we must learn to navigate through along with the hurt along with the suffering. For it is through the passing of time which is constantly, and theology changing within us recreating the depth of the darkness that sometimes, controls our true emotions and feelings and subconsciousness. For even though you may think that it is only scratching at the surface of your subconsciousness, it is merely taking you deeper into the bottomless pit of hell...
#dark
#lies
#tragedy
#suffering
#manipulation
72 reads
8 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 9:08am
14th Sep 2020 9:08am
Burning The Moon -
Open up your streets
those stale streets
with stained eyes,
those old oil-filled lamps
paving the night,
standing in starched rows
barred with pure silk,
burning the moon
while feet traveling past
standing figurines,
those dozed off nights
passionately
watching the sinister lies,
like slow moving rivers
leading nowhere.
those stale streets
with stained eyes,
those old oil-filled lamps
paving the night,
standing in starched rows
barred with pure silk,
burning the moon
while feet traveling past
standing figurines,
those dozed off nights
passionately
watching the sinister lies,
like slow moving rivers
leading nowhere.
#city
#silence
#misunderstood #tragedy
#misunderstood #tragedy
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5 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 5:16pm
13th Sep 2020 5:16pm
Pyro Gate
..as in the
gates of hell
... I suppose
complete with
social media ban
on mentioning
groups responsible
Seems like
fire bugs run free
up and down the west
I think we’ve caught
half-a-dozen at least
At least one
was a protest
regular
But don’t worry
we’re only seeing
Climate Change
🙄🙄🙄🙄
gates of hell
... I suppose
complete with
social media ban
on mentioning
groups responsible
Seems like
fire bugs run free
up and down the west
I think we’ve caught
half-a-dozen at least
At least one
was a protest
regular
But don’t worry
we’re only seeing
Climate Change
🙄🙄🙄🙄
#war
#environment
#tragedy
34 reads
1 Comment
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Sep 2020 00:26am
10th Sep 2020 00:26am
Siren
There was a sailor
Some say the best to sail the sea
He lived for the salty air
And longed for gold and rubies
But one day sitting quietly
In the darkest corner of a sunken pub
He heard tale of a treasure so great
It would overshadow all other loves
T'was a foreboding warning
Of beautiful sirens who lie in wait
And sing their spellbound lullabies
To entice sailors as bait
He shrugged it off
Smirking with a cocky scoff
And set sail the next morning
Not giving a second thought
After a...
Some say the best to sail the sea
He lived for the salty air
And longed for gold and rubies
But one day sitting quietly
In the darkest corner of a sunken pub
He heard tale of a treasure so great
It would overshadow all other loves
T'was a foreboding warning
Of beautiful sirens who lie in wait
And sing their spellbound lullabies
To entice sailors as bait
He shrugged it off
Smirking with a cocky scoff
And set sail the next morning
Not giving a second thought
After a...
#mythology
#mystery
#tragedy
#curse
#mermaids
48 reads
11 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 10:33pm
7th Sep 2020 10:33pm
The Heartbreak of God
What is a monster but a child in need of saving?
Resigned a coward and too late to be a hero
With necks warranted for millstones
No compassion for the ugly
When the greatest obstacles are made of pseudo pleasures
You don't sell hell on the promise of flames
But an acquired taste for perversion
As minds become tombs of forgotten dreams
Poisoned before I had a chance to taste true intimacy
When all I learned from what I was is who I'm not
I speak to deny my reflection
And ask for the fire to return to my disenchanted...
Resigned a coward and too late to be a hero
With necks warranted for millstones
No compassion for the ugly
When the greatest obstacles are made of pseudo pleasures
You don't sell hell on the promise of flames
But an acquired taste for perversion
As minds become tombs of forgotten dreams
Poisoned before I had a chance to taste true intimacy
When all I learned from what I was is who I'm not
I speak to deny my reflection
And ask for the fire to return to my disenchanted...
#lust
#corruption
#porn
#tragedy
#HumanRights
53 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 1:09am
7th Sep 2020 1:09am
Life Decimated By Truest True Love / A True Confessional, Truly
Now old, (chronic) diseased, and and no longer
"desirable" as pertains to intimacy. One might
say
"Time. Time Time wha'th'Fuck has become of
Me?"
Well, kids........my Me has always been an ill'usion.
and when ye Believe ill'usion(s) be Real, they
turn into (like magic!) De-lusion(s).
(d'ye dig what I'm sayin'?)
Now, looky here. I don't pre'tend to
...
"desirable" as pertains to intimacy. One might
say
"Time. Time Time wha'th'Fuck has become of
Me?"
Well, kids........my Me has always been an ill'usion.
and when ye Believe ill'usion(s) be Real, they
turn into (like magic!) De-lusion(s).
(d'ye dig what I'm sayin'?)
Now, looky here. I don't pre'tend to
...
#love
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#tragedy
53 reads
10 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
5th Sep 2020 1:34pm
5th Sep 2020 1:34pm
Protest
Things are happening
That I don't agree with
I think I'll start a protest
Cover my face
Wave a banner
Shout some propaganda
If someone should dare
Disagree with what I think
I know exactly what to do
That'll push them to the brink
Break windows
Steal from neighbors
And burn their businesses down
Cause that's what you do
To get people to listen
Not what we were taught in school
But it fits with my agenda
These people better come around
To seeing my point of view
Cause...
That I don't agree with
I think I'll start a protest
Cover my face
Wave a banner
Shout some propaganda
If someone should dare
Disagree with what I think
I know exactly what to do
That'll push them to the brink
Break windows
Steal from neighbors
And burn their businesses down
Cause that's what you do
To get people to listen
Not what we were taught in school
But it fits with my agenda
These people better come around
To seeing my point of view
Cause...
#corruption
#violence
#freedom
#tragedy
#rebellion
58 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 1:29pm
3rd Sep 2020 1:29pm
A Dusty Swoon
I sometimes feel
That i am a tragedy
Awaiting to become
A greater tragedy
Of what
I already am
But not
Tragic enough
To inspire
The likes of Shakespeare
Swoons
Then exits stage
Of an empty ramshackle theatre
Apart from a sweet old lady
Knitting
Lost in her own thoughts
And reverie
The stage
Is no longer
Set
As the dust
Remains
Undisturbed
The stage needs a sweep
Not a swoon....
by Jemia
That i am a tragedy
Awaiting to become
A greater tragedy
Of what
I already am
But not
Tragic enough
To inspire
The likes of Shakespeare
Swoons
Then exits stage
Of an empty ramshackle theatre
Apart from a sweet old lady
Knitting
Lost in her own thoughts
And reverie
The stage
Is no longer
Set
As the dust
Remains
Undisturbed
The stage needs a sweep
Not a swoon....
by Jemia
#satirical
#tragedy
#emptiness #emotions
#emptiness #emotions
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1 Comment
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