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.
randyjohnson
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 1:49am
3rd Jul 2020 1:49am
I'll Be Sent Straight To Hell
My wife and I both worked at a video game store.
They closed and we're not working there anymore.
They closed their doors because of this damn Coronavirus.
We're unemployed and no other businesses are willing to hire us.
We got our twelve hundred bucks from the Government but we had to pay a hospital bill.
We're in a sinking boat and it's going down fast, I wish that the Coronavirus wasn't real.
Our families and friends can't help us and we need cash.
I'm so desperate that I'm about to do something that's rash.
I need money because I'm out of a job. ...
They closed and we're not working there anymore.
They closed their doors because of this damn Coronavirus.
We're unemployed and no other businesses are willing to hire us.
We got our twelve hundred bucks from the Government but we had to pay a hospital bill.
We're in a sinking boat and it's going down fast, I wish that the Coronavirus wasn't real.
Our families and friends can't help us and we need cash.
I'm so desperate that I'm about to do something that's rash.
I need money because I'm out of a job. ...
#money
#fiction
#tragedy #pandemic
#tragedy #pandemic
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hgnichols
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 3:23am
23rd Jun 2020 3:23am
Canto VII: Kulpa Seeds His Feast
The poet said: Observing as they loved,
Kulpa, feaster of the pain of guilt
began to form a plan, his hunger great.
He waited for the sleep of drink to come,
and changing form as is the specialty
of all his kind, descended in to Fe’s
sleeping visions in the form of Hul
to sow the seeds of fear in fertile soil
as Fe’s subconscious tried to understand
the wild change this evening would impose.
Fe saw a vision of the coming years;
her dreaming mind convinced its eye told true.
And in the vision Hul was not himself,
but...
Kulpa, feaster of the pain of guilt
began to form a plan, his hunger great.
He waited for the sleep of drink to come,
and changing form as is the specialty
of all his kind, descended in to Fe’s
sleeping visions in the form of Hul
to sow the seeds of fear in fertile soil
as Fe’s subconscious tried to understand
the wild change this evening would impose.
Fe saw a vision of the coming years;
her dreaming mind convinced its eye told true.
And in the vision Hul was not himself,
but...
#friendship
#betrayal
#tragedy
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MyEyeDelight
Poem Published
18th Jun 2020 8:01am
18th Jun 2020 8:01am
I Devour, I Consume
Eyeing you like a rare jewel.
My sight lingers on...
Your facets,
Your highlights,
Your imperfections.
So delicious they are to me.
Infinitely fascinating and
Immeasurably vulnerable.
I can see it inside of you,
Like a star shining within,
A beacon that calls out to me.
A light that I swallow,
A warmth I devour.
Silken brightness blooms
In this darkness.
How very delicious it is to me.
I want all of you,
Every cell.
Every part of...
My sight lingers on...
Your facets,
Your highlights,
Your imperfections.
So delicious they are to me.
Infinitely fascinating and
Immeasurably vulnerable.
I can see it inside of you,
Like a star shining within,
A beacon that calls out to me.
A light that I swallow,
A warmth I devour.
Silken brightness blooms
In this darkness.
How very delicious it is to me.
I want all of you,
Every cell.
Every part of...
#dark
#shadows
#tragedy
#obsession
#manipulation
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CharlotteMae
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 11:39am
17th Jun 2020 11:39am
Veil Our Faces
We languish in solitude,
the days crumbling into dust.
Our lives set to a pause,
a world fret in mistrust.
The weighted stares we avoid
as the masks veil our faces.
A tape marks where to stand,
Distance expanding our spaces.
A new normal we are often told,
the strategy to flatten the curve.
With jobs lost, unrest, and death,
Will there be anything to conserve?
Now with talk of a second wave,
the lock downs will hit us more.
A wave that grows as it moves
closer to our societal shores. ...
the days crumbling into dust.
Our lives set to a pause,
a world fret in mistrust.
The weighted stares we avoid
as the masks veil our faces.
A tape marks where to stand,
Distance expanding our spaces.
A new normal we are often told,
the strategy to flatten the curve.
With jobs lost, unrest, and death,
Will there be anything to conserve?
Now with talk of a second wave,
the lock downs will hit us more.
A wave that grows as it moves
closer to our societal shores. ...
#death
#America
#tragedy
#suffering
#pandemic
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hgnichols
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 3:02am
17th Jun 2020 3:02am
Canto VI: Onierophobia
Beside the fire we had made, we both
let forth the common thought we had.
The first to find the words to speak was Hul:
We could live in peace and never need,
our families subsisting off the land,
away and safe from all these awful things
and waiting for the white plague’s course to run.
With just a little planting this here bank
could easily bear fruit in little time-
I think a season might be all we’d need,
then carefully at first we could begin
to ration out the crop which then would grow.
He took, then, the bottle we...
let forth the common thought we had.
The first to find the words to speak was Hul:
We could live in peace and never need,
our families subsisting off the land,
away and safe from all these awful things
and waiting for the white plague’s course to run.
With just a little planting this here bank
could easily bear fruit in little time-
I think a season might be all we’d need,
then carefully at first we could begin
to ration out the crop which then would grow.
He took, then, the bottle we...
#anxiety
#grief
#friendship
#dreams
#tragedy
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aladinson75
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 2:35pm
11th Jun 2020 2:35pm
Heaven Sent ( Ex Girlfriend's Daughter)
She is an Angel ,
Angel sent from heaven
Her smile shows beauty
Beauty like Mona Lisa
Her beauty tend to shine
Shine on the mountain ,
Moon never beams ,
Without bring me
Beautiful Angel
Like sun shine
Sending its beams
Where everyone share and ,
Clearing all eyes
Make them seen hidden
Things that may guide ,
Guide to the right path
Her quietness speaks
She can't speak but listen
When swing her , staring
Like she wants speak to me
Maybe wonder what ,
Kind of Dad...
Angel sent from heaven
Her smile shows beauty
Beauty like Mona Lisa
Her beauty tend to shine
Shine on the mountain ,
Moon never beams ,
Without bring me
Beautiful Angel
Like sun shine
Sending its beams
Where everyone share and ,
Clearing all eyes
Make them seen hidden
Things that may guide ,
Guide to the right path
Her quietness speaks
She can't speak but listen
When swing her , staring
Like she wants speak to me
Maybe wonder what ,
Kind of Dad...
#motivational
#satirical
#tragedy
#heroic
#wisdom
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hgnichols
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 9:18pm
8th Jun 2020 9:18pm
Canto V: The Womb
Hul and I labored for an hour
to make the opening enough to fit.
Through my great strain, I followed Hul,
who easily could wriggle through the gap.
Emerging to the other side, I saw
what left him dumb-struck when he re-emerged:
the crevice was a hidden gate to grove
enclosed entirely besides this door.
Through it ran a river which began
and vanished in the rock of hidden caves.
This, giving life to verdant green profuse,
would enter, unassuming as it went.
The region felt untouched by plagued hands,
which the...
to make the opening enough to fit.
Through my great strain, I followed Hul,
who easily could wriggle through the gap.
Emerging to the other side, I saw
what left him dumb-struck when he re-emerged:
the crevice was a hidden gate to grove
enclosed entirely besides this door.
Through it ran a river which began
and vanished in the rock of hidden caves.
This, giving life to verdant green profuse,
would enter, unassuming as it went.
The region felt untouched by plagued hands,
which the...
#regret
#grief
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 8:24pm
8th Jun 2020 8:24pm
Shapeless
I will forget the world that has forgotten me
When all we are is an expiring legacy
Trying to find the words to fill the void
My heart is shapeless
Finding my voice
I speak to make up significance
An identity contrived of words that beg for meaning
Trying to say something worth hearing
Every line is an aimless echo
Prayers like skipping stones across an endless ocean
I'm searching for my faith after disappointed hopes
All that is beyond my control is a reality I am reluctant to accept
I'm still adjusting to life on the terms of...
When all we are is an expiring legacy
Trying to find the words to fill the void
My heart is shapeless
Finding my voice
I speak to make up significance
An identity contrived of words that beg for meaning
Trying to say something worth hearing
Every line is an aimless echo
Prayers like skipping stones across an endless ocean
I'm searching for my faith after disappointed hopes
All that is beyond my control is a reality I am reluctant to accept
I'm still adjusting to life on the terms of...
#sadness
#faith
#spiritual
#hell
#tragedy
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Stoney223
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 12:14pm
7th Jun 2020 12:14pm
STILL NOTHING HAS CHANGED
Here we are face with real hard decisions and again we are being killed with no regards to the quality of our life, yet as history has foretold since the beginning of time it is through those journeys and travels and walks. We have witness the depth of the real hatred and jealousy, and corruption and greed that seems to breath fire with each stroke of the brush of death. Yet it seems like there is no end in sight of the destruction and hatred, towards the texture of our dark skin as the visions of those faces past and present, only reminds us of the echoes from the depth of the past. For it...
#scary
#tragedy
#historical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 8:30pm
6th Jun 2020 8:30pm
ugly truth
the ugly truth; the machine is what keeps most prides alive; without it most prides wouldn't survive;
the machine should be destroyed so that most prides would die; way in over your head-how some rate one's self so high;
most prides are based off of an artificial design normalized; mechanical race horses; someone just knows they're a prize;
you're not that special, and neither am I; you're truly blinded by false sense of pride; this is something most people fail to truly realize....
up until the very day that...
the machine should be destroyed so that most prides would die; way in over your head-how some rate one's self so high;
most prides are based off of an artificial design normalized; mechanical race horses; someone just knows they're a prize;
you're not that special, and neither am I; you're truly blinded by false sense of pride; this is something most people fail to truly realize....
up until the very day that...
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#apocalypse #tragedy
#apocalypse #tragedy
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FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:40pm
2nd Jun 2020 5:40pm
Only When the Rain Falls on Your Head
To the ears of the unhearing
Screams go unheard
Unnoticed
Like a whisper in a whirlwind
Only when the tornado removes the roof of the pampered and privileged
And only as torrents fall upon and tarnish a closet full of Armani's finest
and rain ruins that $400 hairdo
Will those who look away
Finally look at what was happening all around them all along
As the water rises higher inside the walls of a now roofless bowl that was once an impenetrable fortress
We,
who have learned to swim the raging rivers,
shall see if that...
Screams go unheard
Unnoticed
Like a whisper in a whirlwind
Only when the tornado removes the roof of the pampered and privileged
And only as torrents fall upon and tarnish a closet full of Armani's finest
and rain ruins that $400 hairdo
Will those who look away
Finally look at what was happening all around them all along
As the water rises higher inside the walls of a now roofless bowl that was once an impenetrable fortress
We,
who have learned to swim the raging rivers,
shall see if that...
#river
#tragedy
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hgnichols
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 5:00pm
1st Jun 2020 5:00pm
Canto IV: The Hunt
Soon thereafter camps were closed for good,
and all of us, the poor, expelled into
The Black Valley. The intervening years
put time and distance in between we two,
toiling, separate, for our families.
We met again by chance years later when,
on hunt, our villages had joined our best.
Hardened by the constant fight to breathe
the man before me bore a small resemblance
To the scrawny child planted in the earth,
and I was much the same. The time and plight
had withered from my limb all happy green.
By contrast, his was as a winter...
and all of us, the poor, expelled into
The Black Valley. The intervening years
put time and distance in between we two,
toiling, separate, for our families.
We met again by chance years later when,
on hunt, our villages had joined our best.
Hardened by the constant fight to breathe
the man before me bore a small resemblance
To the scrawny child planted in the earth,
and I was much the same. The time and plight
had withered from my limb all happy green.
By contrast, his was as a winter...
#regret
#friendship
#nature #tragedy
#nature #tragedy
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