Poems About Tragedy Seeking Friendly Advice
#tragedy
ncof
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 3:08pm
28th Jan 2023 3:08pm
a dead butterfly on the windowsill
A dead butterfly on the windowsill
the child didn't believe when found it still.
it was still so pretty though lifeless and stiff
Many found it right to put it on a stick.
Plastic flowers atop the chest of drawers
its new permanent home this imitation tower.
a dead butterfly on the windowsill
A fatal mistake- it followed its will.
the child didn't believe when found it still.
it was still so pretty though lifeless and stiff
Many found it right to put it on a stick.
Plastic flowers atop the chest of drawers
its new permanent home this imitation tower.
a dead butterfly on the windowsill
A fatal mistake- it followed its will.
#love
#tragedy
#metaphor
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 2:27pm
22nd Dec 2022 2:27pm
One Bullet Ended It All
It was Christmas Day and a horrible incident was about to unfold.
When it happened, I was only four years old.
It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd never have another.
I found my dad's gun and I shot and killed my mother.
When I found my dad's gun, I thought it was a toy.
I pulled the trigger and I learned that guns destroy.
When I shot my mother in the chest, she fell to the floor.
One bullet ended it all, she wasn't my mother anymore.
Dad should've kept his gun out of the reach of children but he did not.
I have severe emotional problems,...
When it happened, I was only four years old.
It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd never have another.
I found my dad's gun and I shot and killed my mother.
When I found my dad's gun, I thought it was a toy.
I pulled the trigger and I learned that guns destroy.
When I shot my mother in the chest, she fell to the floor.
One bullet ended it all, she wasn't my mother anymore.
Dad should've kept his gun out of the reach of children but he did not.
I have severe emotional problems,...
#death
#Christmas
#tragedy #horror
#tragedy #horror
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 8:53pm
8th Dec 2022 8:53pm
The Horrible Accident
When I fired my gun at a criminal, I accidentally shot an innocent bystander.
I made a horrible mistake, I was supposed to shoot someone else than her.
The person who I accidentally shot was only eighteen years old and I killed her.
The guilt I feel is too much to bear and I resigned, I'm no longer a police officer.
When I shot and killed that girl, it was a horrible accident, I did not mean to do it.
Even though the police academy trained me not to make such a mistake, I blew it.
I shed tears every single day because I feel remorse.
My wife can't take it...
I made a horrible mistake, I was supposed to shoot someone else than her.
The person who I accidentally shot was only eighteen years old and I killed her.
The guilt I feel is too much to bear and I resigned, I'm no longer a police officer.
When I shot and killed that girl, it was a horrible accident, I did not mean to do it.
Even though the police academy trained me not to make such a mistake, I blew it.
I shed tears every single day because I feel remorse.
My wife can't take it...
#dark
#death
#fiction
#tragedy
#despair
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Nov 2022 8:01pm
1st Nov 2022 8:01pm
Silent - Part 15: The International Summer School
Two Years Earlier: Gavin
Philippa. Rich, posh accent, dressed all in black, long matching hair, loads of jewellery. I liked her straightaway. Thought she was seriously gorgeous. On our first afternoon in town, we spent a while watching the two guys in army clothes, Jace and Steve, climbing the pylon-structure pier before searching around for a taxi.
'Lyme House used to be a Prep School for child prodigies run by Agnes Harlesden,' Philippa said during the ride. She spoke in an all-very-important voice, similar to One mustn't do that, must one? 'But someone set it...
Philippa. Rich, posh accent, dressed all in black, long matching hair, loads of jewellery. I liked her straightaway. Thought she was seriously gorgeous. On our first afternoon in town, we spent a while watching the two guys in army clothes, Jace and Steve, climbing the pylon-structure pier before searching around for a taxi.
'Lyme House used to be a Prep School for child prodigies run by Agnes Harlesden,' Philippa said during the ride. She spoke in an all-very-important voice, similar to One mustn't do that, must one? 'But someone set it...
#mystery
#tragedy
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 8:07am
3rd Aug 2022 8:07am
The 42yr Old Manchild: A True Story
Well, well, well..
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to...
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to...
#men
#narrative
#funny
#tragedy
#dating
211 reads
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Wired6
Poem Published
12th Jul 2022 1:31pm
12th Jul 2022 1:31pm
Soul Purpose.
Edgar In-gen-U-i-ty.
Edgar Allan Poe.
American
Writer
Poet
Critic
And editor,
But,
Best known for his evocative short stories though.
"The Fall of Usher."
"The Tell-Tale Heart."
And
"Nevermore."
A major figure in the world of literature,
Highly influential,
All over the world.
Considered 2 be the inventor
Of the detective fiction Genre,
Without him,
Who...
Edgar Allan Poe.
American
Writer
Poet
Critic
And editor,
But,
Best known for his evocative short stories though.
"The Fall of Usher."
"The Tell-Tale Heart."
And
"Nevermore."
A major figure in the world of literature,
Highly influential,
All over the world.
Considered 2 be the inventor
Of the detective fiction Genre,
Without him,
Who...
#gothic
#tragedy
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
5th Jul 2022 1:31am
5th Jul 2022 1:31am
Tragedy On The 4th Of July
A 17 year old boy put a bunch of fireworks on his head.
The fuses were lit and when they exploded, he was dead.
His mother was angry and tried to have fireworks banned.
But there was something that his mother didn't understand.
The fireworks weren't the only things to blame.
The boy's ignorance got him killed and it was a shame.
Fireworks can be dangerous and what I'm about to tell you is no lie.
You'd better be careful when you use fireworks on this fourth of July.
The fuses were lit and when they exploded, he was dead.
His mother was angry and tried to have fireworks banned.
But there was something that his mother didn't understand.
The fireworks weren't the only things to blame.
The boy's ignorance got him killed and it was a shame.
Fireworks can be dangerous and what I'm about to tell you is no lie.
You'd better be careful when you use fireworks on this fourth of July.
#death
#tragedy
#ignorance #nonfiction
#ignorance #nonfiction
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
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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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 6:13pm
2nd Jun 2022 6:13pm
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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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 1:21am
3rd May 2022 1:21am
never satisfied
#lion
#nature
#tragedy
#suffering
#hypocrisy
214 reads
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WordsOfFury
Poem Published
1st May 2022 3:10pm
1st May 2022 3:10pm
Pieces of Me
As I walk through the fiery lands,
Traversing on the monster filled sands,
Dragons soar above me with their wings spread out,
Should I really have taken this route?
I went on a journey, to find out who I really was,
Inside a bleak memory, inside the peoples golden hearts,
My life has been a perilous journey of dangers and sorrow,
There ain't no place on earth where love can be borrowed,
So I walk this scorching Earth, finding the scattered remains of thee,
I wont die until I find all the lost...
Traversing on the monster filled sands,
Dragons soar above me with their wings spread out,
Should I really have taken this route?
I went on a journey, to find out who I really was,
Inside a bleak memory, inside the peoples golden hearts,
My life has been a perilous journey of dangers and sorrow,
There ain't no place on earth where love can be borrowed,
So I walk this scorching Earth, finding the scattered remains of thee,
I wont die until I find all the lost...
#tragedy
#scifi
#epic
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 11:54pm
25th Apr 2022 11:54pm
Dementia, Alzheimers.......
I work with carers
Caring for loved ones
They don't get paid for this
They do it out of love
For someone that now
Sometimes , no longer recognises them
Or acts unappreciative
For this care
Sometimes abusive
And even physically aggressive
But each carer knows
That this person they love
Has an illness
Through no fault of their own
And were they aware
Of what lay ahead
Would be horrified
At the consequences
And their behaviour
Towards their loved ones
Who understand fully
The why's, and...
Caring for loved ones
They don't get paid for this
They do it out of love
For someone that now
Sometimes , no longer recognises them
Or acts unappreciative
For this care
Sometimes abusive
And even physically aggressive
But each carer knows
That this person they love
Has an illness
Through no fault of their own
And were they aware
Of what lay ahead
Would be horrified
At the consequences
And their behaviour
Towards their loved ones
Who understand fully
The why's, and...
#love
#kindness
#MentalHealth #tragedy
#MentalHealth #tragedy
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