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.
What you really want?
I could write about a happy lucky kid
Happily married
wife and a third on the way
Fast forward
Grandchildren digging about the garden
Happily rode off into the sun set
.
.
.
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT!!
Still residing at the same address
Where with eyes glassed over
as if possessed by a delusional spectre
She pulled a knife
right up to his chest
Ran off with his daughter
never to be seen again
The same house not six months later
A demon snuck in ...
Happily married
wife and a third on the way
Fast forward
Grandchildren digging about the garden
Happily rode off into the sun set
.
.
.
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT!!
Still residing at the same address
Where with eyes glassed over
as if possessed by a delusional spectre
She pulled a knife
right up to his chest
Ran off with his daughter
never to be seen again
The same house not six months later
A demon snuck in ...
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#tragedy #suffering
#tragedy #suffering
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The Weeping House
I went up with the cello,
steering the instrument around the staircase,
to my bedroom on the first floor.
I had the largest room in the house,
overlooking fields and orchards.
It had a mattress against the far wall in place of a bed,
a writing desk with ink stains and a scratched surface,
a chair with loose legs,
an old-fashioned chest of drawers in the corner.
The curtains matched the carpet in colour.
A shelf that…
No,
I mustn’t remember the grey-white building that had stood secluded off a country lane.
An...
steering the instrument around the staircase,
to my bedroom on the first floor.
I had the largest room in the house,
overlooking fields and orchards.
It had a mattress against the far wall in place of a bed,
a writing desk with ink stains and a scratched surface,
a chair with loose legs,
an old-fashioned chest of drawers in the corner.
The curtains matched the carpet in colour.
A shelf that…
No,
I mustn’t remember the grey-white building that had stood secluded off a country lane.
An...
#mystery
#tragedy
#fear
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The Bill of Fights
Comprehension has a ponderous rate,
And thus, the scholar learns humility
Is a gentleman's ultimate trait
As a cornerstone of utility;
Well known in every old Yankee shipyard
When a fresh republic was being built
With steady invention and avant-garde
As confederates watched tobacco wilt.
If you say you want America great
We must cultivate mass patience and skill,
Or some other intellectual state
Other than a caveman's urge to kill,
As seen in boys who are way too proud
Of carnage the second amendment allowed.
And thus, the scholar learns humility
Is a gentleman's ultimate trait
As a cornerstone of utility;
Well known in every old Yankee shipyard
When a fresh republic was being built
With steady invention and avant-garde
As confederates watched tobacco wilt.
If you say you want America great
We must cultivate mass patience and skill,
Or some other intellectual state
Other than a caveman's urge to kill,
As seen in boys who are way too proud
Of carnage the second amendment allowed.
#hate
#tragedy
#greed #suffering
#greed #suffering
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The Tragedy of the Goddess Irkalla

#love
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
#tragedy
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the puppet to the needle (self harm)
This medicine would affect my mind I knew it from the start
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
#SelfHarm
#illness
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
#emotions
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Hell on Earth
Blood runs cold
In the warm summer ground
As newborn angels rise
And float away
In the gentle Texas breeze
Death came to soon
An uninvited guest
Cruelly abducting our children
Stifling their dreams of the future
Now mothers and fathers
Will hold onto memories of the past
And our nation will ask why
While politicians play their chess game
In the media
EVIL cast its shadow
Uprooting peace
And destroying innocence
Leaving death, destruction and mourning
In its wake
...
In the warm summer ground
As newborn angels rise
And float away
In the gentle Texas breeze
Death came to soon
An uninvited guest
Cruelly abducting our children
Stifling their dreams of the future
Now mothers and fathers
Will hold onto memories of the past
And our nation will ask why
While politicians play their chess game
In the media
EVIL cast its shadow
Uprooting peace
And destroying innocence
Leaving death, destruction and mourning
In its wake
...
#hope
#evil
#peace
#tragedy
#healing
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Modigliani Love
without her lover
she had no desire
destroyed by his death
wondering why bother
dead before his time
she was left alone
nine stories up
tears in her eyes
a baby in her belly
and sweet memories
turned to knives
cutting her tie to life
heavy rain, loud...
she had no desire
destroyed by his death
wondering why bother
dead before his time
she was left alone
nine stories up
tears in her eyes
a baby in her belly
and sweet memories
turned to knives
cutting her tie to life
heavy rain, loud...
#love
#tragedy
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Yellow King, Red Queen
- Yellow King, Red Queen -
It was the illumination of the sun, so very small upon the distant horizon, that cast the patterns of the sky in colorful hues befitting of the hours of the dawn... as its' bright rays struck firm the clouds whilst the last vestiges of the nighttime fled before them. Upon the watery planet Rahab, there existed a vast and trackless woodland bordered by swamps and wetlands, fed by a great river that let out into a very mighty sea. It was not the only one of its' kind, that land, nor was it the most dark and dismal... but it had a certain bit of uniqueness...
It was the illumination of the sun, so very small upon the distant horizon, that cast the patterns of the sky in colorful hues befitting of the hours of the dawn... as its' bright rays struck firm the clouds whilst the last vestiges of the nighttime fled before them. Upon the watery planet Rahab, there existed a vast and trackless woodland bordered by swamps and wetlands, fed by a great river that let out into a very mighty sea. It was not the only one of its' kind, that land, nor was it the most dark and dismal... but it had a certain bit of uniqueness...
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
#tragedy
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A Silent Prayer To A God Who Politely Excused himself From The Room
I lost the will to travel the world,
collecting scraps of lost wisdom from ramshackle ruins because I got a cheap run at the blackjack table.
Leaving the slides I’d have shown
as ghosts,
things in the past
where hindsight is 20/20
because the gamblers run is short lived...
you know what I mean though
investing in mythical thinking like goldman and sachs on a blue chip prospect
what if I was a fire that never went out, never budged an inch,
a hiss from the crack in the sunburnt sidewalk
mid summer, where every street corner is...
collecting scraps of lost wisdom from ramshackle ruins because I got a cheap run at the blackjack table.
Leaving the slides I’d have shown
as ghosts,
things in the past
where hindsight is 20/20
because the gamblers run is short lived...
you know what I mean though
investing in mythical thinking like goldman and sachs on a blue chip prospect
what if I was a fire that never went out, never budged an inch,
a hiss from the crack in the sunburnt sidewalk
mid summer, where every street corner is...
#shadows
#confusion
#tragedy
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Boris Badenov
True chivalry is socialist
As all for one and one for all
Renders the internationalist
The antidote for folderol...
Which tells a man he must come first,
Before the hapless maids and brats,
Prescribing him vainglory versed;
The premier ass of all ass hats!
Of value is his ego most,
The Sol in a Solar system,
Rotating just to hear his boast
To toadies who will not resist him...
And bought his friends the biggest boats
With cowardly unanimous votes!
As all for one and one for all
Renders the internationalist
The antidote for folderol...
Which tells a man he must come first,
Before the hapless maids and brats,
Prescribing him vainglory versed;
The premier ass of all ass hats!
Of value is his ego most,
The Sol in a Solar system,
Rotating just to hear his boast
To toadies who will not resist him...
And bought his friends the biggest boats
With cowardly unanimous votes!
#hate
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering
#manipulation
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The Blood of Kalaborea: Part II

#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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The Blood of Kalaborea: Part I

#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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