Poems About Tragedy Seeking Friendly Advice
#tragedy
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
30th Aug 2023 8:03pm
30th Aug 2023 8:03pm
Never meant to be
Hiding in the shadow
Of the crucifixion cross
Grinding my teeth
At the thought of loss
Place your crown
Upon my head
I'll turn my back
And wait for death
So many voices
He couldn't control
But he was never one
To do as he was told
Fifteen minutes of fame
For fifteen lives
Noone would listen
So he felt he had the right
Don't look in the mirror
You won't like what you see
An angry lost child wasting away
Being what you were never meant to be
Of the crucifixion cross
Grinding my teeth
At the thought of loss
Place your crown
Upon my head
I'll turn my back
And wait for death
So many voices
He couldn't control
But he was never one
To do as he was told
Fifteen minutes of fame
For fifteen lives
Noone would listen
So he felt he had the right
Don't look in the mirror
You won't like what you see
An angry lost child wasting away
Being what you were never meant to be
#dark
#death
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering
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NineMinusEight
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 9:02pm
25th Jul 2023 9:02pm
The Future Looks Dark
You will drown in its ability to break
Take you down
Life will see
Just how much
You can take
To your soul, it will scar, like nothing ever before
Dying love can result in feeling numb to the core
I've been dead now for all these past years
Nothing changes
Same pain, same tears
Out of focus, being sober seems strange
Getting stoned barely helps me cope
With my life being rearranged
I can't stop the bleeding
But I'm not dead, just yet
If life has lost its meaning
Then ill find life in something...
Take you down
Life will see
Just how much
You can take
To your soul, it will scar, like nothing ever before
Dying love can result in feeling numb to the core
I've been dead now for all these past years
Nothing changes
Same pain, same tears
Out of focus, being sober seems strange
Getting stoned barely helps me cope
With my life being rearranged
I can't stop the bleeding
But I'm not dead, just yet
If life has lost its meaning
Then ill find life in something...
#death
#tragedy
#suffering
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NineMinusEight
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2023 1:55pm
23rd Jul 2023 1:55pm
Ask Yourself
I was born to bleed
I was made for pain
I look back on my life, and it's all a shame
Going round and round
never slowing down
Took the smile from my face, all I do is frown
I feel so numb sometimes
Ask yourself, is this real life?
All I do is cry
cause she had to die
I look back all I have are more questions, why?
I don't have a heart, its been torn apart
Left me cold and alone, a good place to start
Start building walls so high
Ask yourself, is this real life?
I was born to shine
Now the...
I was made for pain
I look back on my life, and it's all a shame
Going round and round
never slowing down
Took the smile from my face, all I do is frown
I feel so numb sometimes
Ask yourself, is this real life?
All I do is cry
cause she had to die
I look back all I have are more questions, why?
I don't have a heart, its been torn apart
Left me cold and alone, a good place to start
Start building walls so high
Ask yourself, is this real life?
I was born to shine
Now the...
#death
#fate
#tragedy
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
22nd May 2023 5:58am
22nd May 2023 5:58am
Treasure
Break away
The shakes
The shakes
they take me
Away from the
spotlight for a fraction
Of the second and its
quite nice lighting
in that
hollowed out house that
we gutted when we wanted
something better and
Everybody's got one but
me
Couldn't have happened to a
better fucking person
so i guess it had to happen to me.
And we always change direction
Because we never fucking stop
And we always
close the curtain
on it
X marks the spot
But the...
The shakes
The shakes
they take me
Away from the
spotlight for a fraction
Of the second and its
quite nice lighting
in that
hollowed out house that
we gutted when we wanted
something better and
Everybody's got one but
me
Couldn't have happened to a
better fucking person
so i guess it had to happen to me.
And we always change direction
Because we never fucking stop
And we always
close the curtain
on it
X marks the spot
But the...
#childhood
#memories
#tragedy
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Connotation
Poem Published
15th May 2023 4:41am
15th May 2023 4:41am
Fair Loss
That tint to the alto,
A shrill call to
See a glowing pastel, piercing,
In the night,
The deathly colors of
Your dreams inside,
As your fabricated veil
Enforced me to
Forfeit the atmosphere of
My aura, in a muse of your purple haze.
The cloudy emanation,
About to burn out,
As a fallen star,
Takes me to your grave,
There's a melody and melancholy,
Decorating and dedicating roses
To the memory of your voice,
Seeking the attire of
Kings, queens, royal, gothic,
In remembrance of...
A shrill call to
See a glowing pastel, piercing,
In the night,
The deathly colors of
Your dreams inside,
As your fabricated veil
Enforced me to
Forfeit the atmosphere of
My aura, in a muse of your purple haze.
The cloudy emanation,
About to burn out,
As a fallen star,
Takes me to your grave,
There's a melody and melancholy,
Decorating and dedicating roses
To the memory of your voice,
Seeking the attire of
Kings, queens, royal, gothic,
In remembrance of...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#tragedy
#philosophical
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 11:06am
21st Mar 2023 11:06am
Poor Tommy Was Found In The Master Bedroom
Poor Tommy was
found in the
master bedroom
crying after
hearing that
his parents
were both
killed by some
guy who was
drunk while
driving.
found in the
master bedroom
crying after
hearing that
his parents
were both
killed by some
guy who was
drunk while
driving.
#home
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#dialogue
#tragedy
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thinlane
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 3:30pm
14th Mar 2023 3:30pm
Dying
Got shot down in the afternoon
And I spent all night long
In that alley shortcut so close to home
Doing my dying
With a bullet iny leg
And two more in my guts
I know I did a lot of crying
But I never saw a light in a tunnel
And I never relived all my life
I just laid on that cold cold ground
In a puddle of piss and blood
And I remember all the pain
Eating at my brain
Driving me insane
As I lay dying
And yet I never saw the face of God
Or the family and friends who went before me
It was just a useless...
And I spent all night long
In that alley shortcut so close to home
Doing my dying
With a bullet iny leg
And two more in my guts
I know I did a lot of crying
But I never saw a light in a tunnel
And I never relived all my life
I just laid on that cold cold ground
In a puddle of piss and blood
And I remember all the pain
Eating at my brain
Driving me insane
As I lay dying
And yet I never saw the face of God
Or the family and friends who went before me
It was just a useless...
#death
#tragedy
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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 7:07am
3rd Aug 2022 7:07am
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
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