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.
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Chelley Bean
Chelley Bean
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:55pm
Yesterday 4:55pm
"Scribes Of Love" Series Part One
This is a new series I've created. I will post one a day until it's completion...
"Scribes Of Love"
Series Part One
My dearest lover,
As you know now my love, I'm being held captive by forces I cannot outwit. They are grinding sadness into my heart. Our hours of separation have completely crushed my soul. I can't even begin to try and describe the emptiness I feel inside without you near me. Minutes have turned into days, slowly crawling by. The hands of time have become my worst enemy. You have been ripped from my bosom and slowly...
"Scribes Of Love"
Series Part One
My dearest lover,
As you know now my love, I'm being held captive by forces I cannot outwit. They are grinding sadness into my heart. Our hours of separation have completely crushed my soul. I can't even begin to try and describe the emptiness I feel inside without you near me. Minutes have turned into days, slowly crawling by. The hands of time have become my worst enemy. You have been ripped from my bosom and slowly...
#sadness
#love
#prison #tragedy
#prison #tragedy
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:37pm
Yesterday 3:37pm
The Same Searing Scorch As Yesterday
That sound of silence
is only tintinitus
coursing through
this brainspace.
Not to worry, no big deal
at all or ever. Just as is
piece of a part of the
pack'age to live wit.
(however)
A year of grief, great grief,
disemboweling whatever could
be the core of 'being'may be,
Viscera scattered along the tidy,
green lawn of ordinary
...
is only tintinitus
coursing through
this brainspace.
Not to worry, no big deal
at all or ever. Just as is
piece of a part of the
pack'age to live wit.
(however)
A year of grief, great grief,
disemboweling whatever could
be the core of 'being'may be,
Viscera scattered along the tidy,
green lawn of ordinary
...
#grief
#death
#silence
#tragedy
#acceptance
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5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:46am
Yesterday 1:46am
obsidian
weeds growing from
the soul
skin turning alabaster
with apathy
people stuck in the mud
of their own thoughts
despondency plays it's
music in the ears
of love
how radiant ignorance
how rapid entropy
what strange bed fellow's
are wed between hope
and desperation
such motivations have
raised a Pharaoh
fell a Czar
or murdered
millions
such sad creatures
we to place our faith
in such limited and
undivine...
the soul
skin turning alabaster
with apathy
people stuck in the mud
of their own thoughts
despondency plays it's
music in the ears
of love
how radiant ignorance
how rapid entropy
what strange bed fellow's
are wed between hope
and desperation
such motivations have
raised a Pharaoh
fell a Czar
or murdered
millions
such sad creatures
we to place our faith
in such limited and
undivine...
#tragedy
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0 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 1:44am
14th Jul 2019 1:44am
CONTRACTED
(contracted visual poem)
#love
#murder
#ShortStory #tragedy
#ShortStory #tragedy
37 reads
13 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 2:47pm
13th Jul 2019 2:47pm
In Red and Blue on Rocks of Acton Dawn – Sonnet Seventy-Two
In red and blue on rocks of Acton dawn
The bloody splash, the skin in deathly shade.
The slash across the inner thigh brought on
A letting that no sand or rock betrayed.
The body dumped below the 14’s lights,
A wash off Escondido Canyon Rd.
The killer leaving nothing at the sight,
With head and hands removed so nothing showed.
“It’s not the first, I’ve seen this work before,
This fucker really has his method down.
He knows the ones that everyone ignores,
The hungry ones, the girls ‘just got to town.”
...
The bloody splash, the skin in deathly shade.
The slash across the inner thigh brought on
A letting that no sand or rock betrayed.
The body dumped below the 14’s lights,
A wash off Escondido Canyon Rd.
The killer leaving nothing at the sight,
With head and hands removed so nothing showed.
“It’s not the first, I’ve seen this work before,
This fucker really has his method down.
He knows the ones that everyone ignores,
The hungry ones, the girls ‘just got to town.”
...
#violence
#death
#sonnet #tragedy
#sonnet #tragedy
26 reads
1 Comment
Jacob10032
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 3:55am
8th Jul 2019 3:55am
The Plutonian Shore
One day we all go to the Plutonian Shore,
Rich men and poor men no matter what they adore,
Young fresh out the womb or old reminiscing days of yore,
Peaceful demise or a demise of gore,
All mortal beings no matter the tallest heights or the deepest trenches we all will hit the floor,
Where the light goes out and eternal darkness in a void of nothing all will enter that back door,
Life creates her beings brings them into this world when the clock strikes death welcomes souls into his hall everyday in galore,
When our time runs up we walk into deaths skeletal...
Rich men and poor men no matter what they adore,
Young fresh out the womb or old reminiscing days of yore,
Peaceful demise or a demise of gore,
All mortal beings no matter the tallest heights or the deepest trenches we all will hit the floor,
Where the light goes out and eternal darkness in a void of nothing all will enter that back door,
Life creates her beings brings them into this world when the clock strikes death welcomes souls into his hall everyday in galore,
When our time runs up we walk into deaths skeletal...
#dark
#death
#shadows
#TruthOfLife
#tragedy
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 9:42am
7th Jul 2019 9:42am
Twice It Came
• •
•This•
•hadn’t •
•ever been•
•anything I’d •
•experienced in •
•my life until this week•
•4th of July, the first quake•
•gripping a sunshine state in fear•
•breaking through the rock foundation,•
•fault lines in a parched desert,•
•fractured highway shifting•
•power lines are down•
•bringing the night•
•when the day •
•and night•
•broke •
• •
•
#earth
#nature
#tragedy
63 reads
8 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 00:31am
26th Jun 2019 00:31am
Men in Office
You're all going to hell.
How can you sit and let children rot in a prison cell?
Kids, little babies, teenagers who can't fend for themselves are your victims.
They can't help where they came from.
If they could, they'd be fed with a silver spoon.
How can you sit and let children rot in a prison cell?
Kids, little babies, teenagers who can't fend for themselves are your victims.
They can't help where they came from.
If they could, they'd be fed with a silver spoon.
#children
#abuse
#politics #tragedy
#politics #tragedy
38 reads
3 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 12:00pm
25th Jun 2019 12:00pm
Residual Trauma
Practicing compassion
each time we go in
an intrinsic gift
where we begin
Entering the unfathomed
weighted hands we hold
pulled into depths
of tragedies untold
Without judgement
empathy affirmed
validating anguish
fears acknowledged, confirmed
Vicarious pain
emotional exhaust
affording value to others
despite deepening cost
Not for gratification
nor prestige unearned
only in service
such efforts are concerned
each time we go in
an intrinsic gift
where we begin
Entering the unfathomed
weighted hands we hold
pulled into depths
of tragedies untold
Without judgement
empathy affirmed
validating anguish
fears acknowledged, confirmed
Vicarious pain
emotional exhaust
affording value to others
despite deepening cost
Not for gratification
nor prestige unearned
only in service
such efforts are concerned
#tragedy
#support
#suffering
53 reads
5 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 8:52am
22nd Jun 2019 8:52am
Where's my cat?
Where's my cat? Where's my cat?
Where is my cat Kack?
Where the hell did he go?
I saw him sitting on
the clean laundry stack
Just five minutes ago
Where's my cat? Where's my cat?
Where is my cat Kack?
Where the hell could he be?
I really just want
my little cat back
Wait! Someone’s texting me
It’s my cat, It’s my cat
It's from my cat Kack
He says he’s leaving home
He says he...
Where is my cat Kack?
Where the hell did he go?
I saw him sitting on
the clean laundry stack
Just five minutes ago
Where's my cat? Where's my cat?
Where is my cat Kack?
Where the hell could he be?
I really just want
my little cat back
Wait! Someone’s texting me
It’s my cat, It’s my cat
It's from my cat Kack
He says he’s leaving home
He says he...
#sadness
#anxiety
#cats
#funny
#tragedy
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WaterWet
Steve_Mbetu
Steve_Mbetu
Poem Published
20th Jun 2019 7:57am
20th Jun 2019 7:57am
.. our unborn dreams to one day live here..
We take night strolls along dark abandoned corridors yet expect our feet not to stumble over the gravel and the dead leaves,
We stand in front of our mirrors and stare into these haunted skeletons of former self,
All our hopes and dreams we have buried in places where no one looks because they're places that tell stories about ourselves we just don't wanna hear,
We break apart in the company of our own selves yet expect to not feel lonely in the arms of strangers
We walk barefoot on colded concrete with pieces of broken glass scattered all over,
Probably wishing...
We stand in front of our mirrors and stare into these haunted skeletons of former self,
All our hopes and dreams we have buried in places where no one looks because they're places that tell stories about ourselves we just don't wanna hear,
We break apart in the company of our own selves yet expect to not feel lonely in the arms of strangers
We walk barefoot on colded concrete with pieces of broken glass scattered all over,
Probably wishing...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#CallToAction
#tragedy
#ignorance
37 reads
2 Comments
Ammonite
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 6:28pm
15th Jun 2019 6:28pm
British politics
A lady MP called Theresa
Had scores of supporters to praise her,
So they made her PM,
But only pro-tem
And after three years they erased her.
Had scores of supporters to praise her,
So they made her PM,
But only pro-tem
And after three years they erased her.
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
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