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.
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 6:02pm
12th Nov 2019 6:02pm
Home is Where my Body Sleeps
remembering you felt like a dream
the way you held me beneath the pale moonlight
how it beamed on your winter blues
it was enchanting
home was how you looked at me
through windows and pictures and writing
i never thought you’d close me away
with heavy curtains
burn every polaroid
and tear journal entries
I’m slaughtered inside
four walls that we shared
home was my refuge
when you lived there
bricks keep it in
let my heart hide
ring my doorbell
nothing’s inside
i am...
the way you held me beneath the pale moonlight
how it beamed on your winter blues
it was enchanting
home was how you looked at me
through windows and pictures and writing
i never thought you’d close me away
with heavy curtains
burn every polaroid
and tear journal entries
I’m slaughtered inside
four walls that we shared
home was my refuge
when you lived there
bricks keep it in
let my heart hide
ring my doorbell
nothing’s inside
i am...
#dark
#heartbroken
#death
#home
#tragedy
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Brando
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 9:50am
29th Oct 2019 9:50am
Sinful Awakenings.
The day’s end was in behind the house. Dust scattered and whispered tortures of hell’s legwork.
#tragedy
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5 Comments
Brando
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 9:43am
29th Oct 2019 9:43am
Orange Gears of Heresy.
She looked like a famous worker I knew, one that made long speeches. She was going crazy and ripping the place apart, telling me every dirty little secret. It was a mad dash for the finish line. We were upon that man’s death.
He was holding in his right hand that big leather case with the papers that felt like bricks and he decided that he didn’t need any of it. He was just going to go.
The floorboards creaked and smashed and rose up when he hit them. He was going.
He turned around and all of his blood reversed.
He was holding in his right hand that big leather case with the papers that felt like bricks and he decided that he didn’t need any of it. He was just going to go.
The floorboards creaked and smashed and rose up when he hit them. He was going.
He turned around and all of his blood reversed.
#tragedy
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PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 4:51am
28th Oct 2019 4:51am
songs of an impossible repreive....
#confessional
#tragedy
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
194 reads
23 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 4:33pm
27th Oct 2019 4:33pm
cover letter to a legendary literary magazine
Dear Sir and or Madame
Enclosed you will find ten
spanking new poems ( I
should know as I personally
spnaked each one before I
sent it out).
I believe you will find these
poems to be a good fit for
your magazine. They are
written in ancient Aztec
iconic free verse pentameter
3/4 meter with a smattering
of confessionalism and the
dirty reality of Fante--son,
not father--on genuine
parchment paper with a quill
from 1758 in my own blood
I also want it known that i am
a...
Enclosed you will find ten
spanking new poems ( I
should know as I personally
spnaked each one before I
sent it out).
I believe you will find these
poems to be a good fit for
your magazine. They are
written in ancient Aztec
iconic free verse pentameter
3/4 meter with a smattering
of confessionalism and the
dirty reality of Fante--son,
not father--on genuine
parchment paper with a quill
from 1758 in my own blood
I also want it known that i am
a...
#tragedy
55 reads
15 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
16th Oct 2019 3:20am
16th Oct 2019 3:20am
apple
temptation
is
the
souls
unhad
orgasm
is
the
souls
unhad
orgasm
#humankind
#tragedy
57 reads
12 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight
Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
#regret
#sea
#water
#nature
#tragedy
76 reads
4 Comments
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 10:42am
30th Sep 2019 10:42am
If Only
I never could have dreamt up
How misleading this world could be
Or how knotted and twisted that life becomes
Like some eerie and haunting old tree
In my youth, often times, I would marvel
At how strange and amazing life is
Pondering things to which there's no answer
Like the reason in which we exist
I've witnessed it said through the ages
By those who've been both young and old
"If only I could go back, do it over,
While knowing all it is that I know."
My mind becomes plagued with these words
If only......if only,...
How misleading this world could be
Or how knotted and twisted that life becomes
Like some eerie and haunting old tree
In my youth, often times, I would marvel
At how strange and amazing life is
Pondering things to which there's no answer
Like the reason in which we exist
I've witnessed it said through the ages
By those who've been both young and old
"If only I could go back, do it over,
While knowing all it is that I know."
My mind becomes plagued with these words
If only......if only,...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#tragedy
56 reads
6 Comments
ChemicalRose
M e g a n
M e g a n
Poem Published
25th Sep 2019 5:51pm
25th Sep 2019 5:51pm
Open Fire
The first one broke the window
The sound of the fire alarm emits over the shrieks and squeals
Shards of glass are flown around the atmosphere
Oh dear, oh dear it’s like violent fireflies
Out for blood and out to crush
But one fire just wasn’t enough.
A second wave of retribution and repulse whirls toward the door
Leave, leave now
Before it’s too late!
The bone to pick with the local bully
Ended up telling the messiest of stories.
Number three went down like a domino
With a bang and a scream
This is no fucking dream...
The sound of the fire alarm emits over the shrieks and squeals
Shards of glass are flown around the atmosphere
Oh dear, oh dear it’s like violent fireflies
Out for blood and out to crush
But one fire just wasn’t enough.
A second wave of retribution and repulse whirls toward the door
Leave, leave now
Before it’s too late!
The bone to pick with the local bully
Ended up telling the messiest of stories.
Number three went down like a domino
With a bang and a scream
This is no fucking dream...
#violence
#GunControl
#school #tragedy
#school #tragedy
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 11:23pm
24th Sep 2019 11:23pm
Poomnography
settling for the wrong word, dreaming
of some one you shouldv'e loved long ago
wit piercing missives.
That was the way forged
of the silly stupid stuff
we know.
compared to no thing is everything else, yet still no thing.
spit-polish all them contraptions, and yeah, no thing.
all the boys in the world waggling their genittitalica. no big thing.
the girls in the fuckflicks, "All models over 18yrs old", holy no thing ...
of some one you shouldv'e loved long ago
wit piercing missives.
That was the way forged
of the silly stupid stuff
we know.
compared to no thing is everything else, yet still no thing.
spit-polish all them contraptions, and yeah, no thing.
all the boys in the world waggling their genittitalica. no big thing.
the girls in the fuckflicks, "All models over 18yrs old", holy no thing ...
#rebirth
#consumerism
#tragedy
#emptiness
#apathy
79 reads
5 Comments
Laieondragon13
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 8:16pm
20th Sep 2019 8:16pm
Twisted Rose
She is the rose who bled for love but lost her true self in the fantasy of the dream of the blood pages he promised her but never came in the form of happy endings in tales she thought was real. For it appears her towards being happy has become madness for this rose been reborn who turned black and grown thorns and bleeds black oil from a heart turned cold and ice even her friends of the night finds twistedly nice. For she left her soul to die in the desert where her tears dries up before it reaches her lips of sweet color of dark coals for comfort only to be denied. For the poets she once...
#dark
#lies
#tragedy #sacrifice
#tragedy #sacrifice
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 2:59pm
20th Sep 2019 2:59pm
the fuzz in wake of a catastrophe
in the open of the aftermath
seen
the scenery is a clearing
i left the abstract to the nomads
.
seen
the scenery is a clearing
i left the abstract to the nomads
.
#honesty
#humankind
#tragedy #philosophical
#tragedy #philosophical
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