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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Joybell
Joybell
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 2:47pm
10th Apr 2021 2:47pm
Alone
Alone in darkness
Reflecting
Deeply burdened
Questioning
A social butterfly
Once vibrant
Confident and fun
Yet, she's alone
Ambitious high achiever
Supportive and strong
Secure, she belonged
Yet, she's alone
Self-assured
Fearless
Courageous
Yes, she's alone
Impacted by trauma
Altering her future
Total transformation
She chooses to be alone
The darkness condenses
Exacerbating her sorrow
Desperate for answers
By choice, she's alone
Reflecting
Deeply burdened
Questioning
A social butterfly
Once vibrant
Confident and fun
Yet, she's alone
Ambitious high achiever
Supportive and strong
Secure, she belonged
Yet, she's alone
Self-assured
Fearless
Courageous
Yes, she's alone
Impacted by trauma
Altering her future
Total transformation
She chooses to be alone
The darkness condenses
Exacerbating her sorrow
Desperate for answers
By choice, she's alone
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#tragedy
#despair
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
Cumulative Costs
She glistened bronze in the morning sun
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
#sex
#tragedy
#hurt
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missjem56
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:28pm
8th Apr 2021 9:28pm
The Dark Midnight Lights
Along the River Rother
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank
Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken
The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank
Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken
The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia
#children
#river
#tragedy
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
25th Mar 2021 11:37pm
25th Mar 2021 11:37pm
Reading
I like
the silence,
the way
the words
took me
to places,
known
and unknown,
upwards
like a mystery,
becoming lost
in the lines,
passing
my time
traveling
through pages
until
I can
finish
the book.
the silence,
the way
the words
took me
to places,
known
and unknown,
upwards
like a mystery,
becoming lost
in the lines,
passing
my time
traveling
through pages
until
I can
finish
the book.
#romantic
#motivational
#inspirational
#scary
#tragedy
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Kimacrylic
Poem Published
24th Mar 2021 10:34pm
24th Mar 2021 10:34pm
My Pink Skull
My Pink Skull”
Infrared day-glow stars wish me well on Christmases and breakups with pretend lovers
Trick or treating on happy birthdays are made underneath your soiled, congealed covers
Rest with me upon the sheen of sewn together lips and hips that wear fever blisters
Your breath is a gin and tonic of past lives with dead wives, brothers and misters.
Pharmaceutical penetration leaks with alcoholic lies of glitter filled favored dreams
Pink skulls bleed emerald, make believe disorders of your photogenic rigid screams
...
Infrared day-glow stars wish me well on Christmases and breakups with pretend lovers
Trick or treating on happy birthdays are made underneath your soiled, congealed covers
Rest with me upon the sheen of sewn together lips and hips that wear fever blisters
Your breath is a gin and tonic of past lives with dead wives, brothers and misters.
Pharmaceutical penetration leaks with alcoholic lies of glitter filled favored dreams
Pink skulls bleed emerald, make believe disorders of your photogenic rigid screams
...
#sadness
#dark
#heartbroken
#confessional
#tragedy
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Omen_Thorne
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 8:45pm
23rd Mar 2021 8:45pm
MARTYR OF MONSTERS
You twisted the truth with lies
And science into magic
And stitched closed both of my eyes
With a story so tragic
I am the martyr of monsters
Even pariahs hate me
All the things I did
Based on what you said
Now I'm feeding the wolves every night
Pieces of my heart by the moon light
Don't regret three words you never said
But I hope you felt these words you read
How can I die if I'm dead
On the inside to the out
Side limits within my head
To the wasteland I reroute
Remain the martyr of...
And science into magic
And stitched closed both of my eyes
With a story so tragic
I am the martyr of monsters
Even pariahs hate me
All the things I did
Based on what you said
Now I'm feeding the wolves every night
Pieces of my heart by the moon light
Don't regret three words you never said
But I hope you felt these words you read
How can I die if I'm dead
On the inside to the out
Side limits within my head
To the wasteland I reroute
Remain the martyr of...
#dark
#tragedy
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anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
20th Mar 2021 10:33pm
20th Mar 2021 10:33pm
The Georgia Guide Stones
The Georgia Guide Stones as they are
named has gave lots of people many
different rambling thoughts about their
message and symbolism they are all
shaped like tombstones...what would
this symbolize? and it is written in
several different languages on the
Georgia Guide Stones saying Earth's
population will be reduced by about
90 % percent...in simple English the
human race is gonna be wiped out
of course no one believes any of this
no clue has been given on the record
as to their purpose or why or how they
got there in the...
named has gave lots of people many
different rambling thoughts about their
message and symbolism they are all
shaped like tombstones...what would
this symbolize? and it is written in
several different languages on the
Georgia Guide Stones saying Earth's
population will be reduced by about
90 % percent...in simple English the
human race is gonna be wiped out
of course no one believes any of this
no clue has been given on the record
as to their purpose or why or how they
got there in the...
#tragedy
#sacrifice
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JuusGod
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 8:16pm
15th Mar 2021 8:16pm
X Village of bloody hearts X
Village of bloody hearts
With teary rivers
Burning yards
Dead animals
Monsters who kill
But you still
Give me the will
to carry on
and mesmerize
To make this place
Not a hell
but a paradise
For you and me
We will go
Through sticks and stones
Through tyrants hellish
They all shall perish
After that sunny day
I shall you forever cherish
Till the end
till the...
With teary rivers
Burning yards
Dead animals
Monsters who kill
But you still
Give me the will
to carry on
and mesmerize
To make this place
Not a hell
but a paradise
For you and me
We will go
Through sticks and stones
Through tyrants hellish
They all shall perish
After that sunny day
I shall you forever cherish
Till the end
till the...
#love
#relationships
#death
#lover
#tragedy
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2 Comments
Stanhoven
Poem Published
7th Mar 2021 8:26pm
7th Mar 2021 8:26pm
Eight Minutes Twenty Seconds
People hate people for the colour of their skin
People hate people for the poverty they live in
Every minute of everyday we argue to war
Every minute of everyday we argue to scar
A species that walks upright prefers to be on its knees
A species that is so unique and it longs only to hate
Infants we cry as we bully for a toy
The news starts to read the Sun has gone
We now have 8 minutes and 20 seconds to argue, hate and war
People hate people for the poverty they live in
Every minute of everyday we argue to war
Every minute of everyday we argue to scar
A species that walks upright prefers to be on its knees
A species that is so unique and it longs only to hate
Infants we cry as we bully for a toy
The news starts to read the Sun has gone
We now have 8 minutes and 20 seconds to argue, hate and war
#TruthOfLife
#tragedy
#ignorance
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4 Comments
Mae341
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 1:56am
4th Mar 2021 1:56am
you were not alone
vivid as if I was still there,
i remember your face
the last moments you had are moments I can’t erase
i don’t know who you were, young man in the red polo
i just know your death was no way for a person to go
we pressed on your chest, tried to get air in your lungs
two fingers on your wrist praying for a thump
your eyes started to close and we felt our hearts drop
until help arrived we still didn’t stop
pressing on your chest, pumping air in your lungs
i held your hand and prayed
and prayed that help would come
a strange...
i remember your face
the last moments you had are moments I can’t erase
i don’t know who you were, young man in the red polo
i just know your death was no way for a person to go
we pressed on your chest, tried to get air in your lungs
two fingers on your wrist praying for a thump
your eyes started to close and we felt our hearts drop
until help arrived we still didn’t stop
pressing on your chest, pumping air in your lungs
i held your hand and prayed
and prayed that help would come
a strange...
#sadness
#death
#TimeHeals
#tragedy
#healing
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anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 6:36am
1st Mar 2021 6:36am
A Boot
Imagine a boot stomping on
your face forever...this would
be getting close to pure hell
even if whom ever was doing
the stomping took it easy on
you...this is how George Orwell
summarized his vision of the
world he wrote about in his
famous book...1984...
your face forever...this would
be getting close to pure hell
even if whom ever was doing
the stomping took it easy on
you...this is how George Orwell
summarized his vision of the
world he wrote about in his
famous book...1984...
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering #manipulation
#suffering #manipulation
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Thedeadinme
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 11:28pm
16th Feb 2021 11:28pm
He With Whom the Shadows Linger
A prophet of many sunsets
Great Old One of forgotten ages
He who speaks with an ancient tongue
Offerings onto him left wanting
Upon the obelisk of decaying stone
His name in runes beset the stars above
Forsaken constellations not glanced for eons
A tomb of knowledge lost to time and space
Death but a respite for toiling souls
As his presence beckons forth a long night
Calamity and suffering for those encroaching his holy door
The embodiment of shadow welcomes forth a dying sun
"All else lost in translation as the...
Great Old One of forgotten ages
He who speaks with an ancient tongue
Offerings onto him left wanting
Upon the obelisk of decaying stone
His name in runes beset the stars above
Forsaken constellations not glanced for eons
A tomb of knowledge lost to time and space
Death but a respite for toiling souls
As his presence beckons forth a long night
Calamity and suffering for those encroaching his holy door
The embodiment of shadow welcomes forth a dying sun
"All else lost in translation as the...
#evil
#tragedy
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
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