Poems About Tragedy Seeking Honest Critique
#tragedy
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:20am
Yesterday 3:20am
apple
temptation
is
the
souls
unhad
orgasm
is
the
souls
unhad
orgasm
#humankind
#tragedy
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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
47 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
43 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
35 reads
0 Comments
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
60 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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The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 7:25pm
16th Sep 2019 7:25pm
Heather of the Dean
Heather [West, murdered daughter of serial killers Fred and Rose West] ... expressed to [siblings] Mae and Stephen her desire to run away from home and live a nomadic lifestyle in the Forest of Dean, and to never again see any human beings." - Wikipedia (entry for Fred West), quoting Rose West: The Making of a Monster by Jane Woodrow, p. 236, 2011
Such cruelty cannot be countenanced.
A simple truth.
Yet countenanced it was, and is,
and will in circles of despair
decreasing, hopefully.
I cannot broach your tenderness,
the rawness of your flesh ...
Such cruelty cannot be countenanced.
A simple truth.
Yet countenanced it was, and is,
and will in circles of despair
decreasing, hopefully.
I cannot broach your tenderness,
the rawness of your flesh ...
#tragedy
63 reads
3 Comments
kilanti
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 5:10am
13th Sep 2019 5:10am
Prompt: Hungry Fire
For my writing class I had 90 seconds to go off this prompt. No rules except using our senses and going where it takes us. I rather like how it turned out.
Scorched Earth, wheezing and choking. The hungry fire forges through, rapidly spreading like a fever. Emblems shimmer through the air, if not for tragedy, one could marvel in awe. But a ravenous appetite; so grim, so ghostly. Whistles escape the moisture withering into thick air. Screaming mother, she cannot protect her young. We taste the salt of her ash & tears in the winds blowing over town.
Scorched Earth, wheezing and choking. The hungry fire forges through, rapidly spreading like a fever. Emblems shimmer through the air, if not for tragedy, one could marvel in awe. But a ravenous appetite; so grim, so ghostly. Whistles escape the moisture withering into thick air. Screaming mother, she cannot protect her young. We taste the salt of her ash & tears in the winds blowing over town.
#environment
#fire
#nature
#tragedy
#despair
34 reads
1 Comment
Taurek
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 5:34am
12th Sep 2019 5:34am
Gorillas In The Disc
Mystified from the
First glance, something
That turns
Tragic
It’s not me doing
This, I realize
That now
Because I’ve become
Too cocky with
My ability
When that doesn’t
Really matter
Much to the
World at
Large
Now her thumbs
Were in my
Mouth as she
Massaged my
Cheeks
It’s best to let it
Take hold and
Control you
Because then all
The self-loathing
And personal
Responsibility will
Finally cease to ...
First glance, something
That turns
Tragic
It’s not me doing
This, I realize
That now
Because I’ve become
Too cocky with
My ability
When that doesn’t
Really matter
Much to the
World at
Large
Now her thumbs
Were in my
Mouth as she
Massaged my
Cheeks
It’s best to let it
Take hold and
Control you
Because then all
The self-loathing
And personal
Responsibility will
Finally cease to ...
#hate
#identity
#evolution
#tragedy
#LookingForLove
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 9:47am
10th Sep 2019 9:47am
nothing for nothing
the dying pray for another
minute,
the hungry beg for
food,
the desperate scream for
hope,
the sinner kneels for
forgiveness,
the lonely ask for
love,
the trees dream of
rain,
cities want to be
eternal,
the junkie wishes for a clean
needle,
the fetus in the womb plans
escape,
the world clamours for
peace.
and in all this asking,
wanting, needing, begging,
dreaming,...
minute,
the hungry beg for
food,
the desperate scream for
hope,
the sinner kneels for
forgiveness,
the lonely ask for
love,
the trees dream of
rain,
cities want to be
eternal,
the junkie wishes for a clean
needle,
the fetus in the womb plans
escape,
the world clamours for
peace.
and in all this asking,
wanting, needing, begging,
dreaming,...
#tragedy
75 reads
12 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Aug 2019 6:49pm
28th Aug 2019 6:49pm
Dada's Moralistic Throw'away. To Be Destroyed ASAP.
O, hope, let us pray for these dreary, menial minds
of ours,
as (our) humanity has taught us little more than selfishness,
hubris, idiot pride, material greed,
and a horrible propensity toward rushing that pandemic
of extinction
to all who live here, (beyond our superior species).
The only recompense left is to flood the veritable market
with delusions of being gods
made for little more than corrupt justice and
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All as it should be.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ...
of ours,
as (our) humanity has taught us little more than selfishness,
hubris, idiot pride, material greed,
and a horrible propensity toward rushing that pandemic
of extinction
to all who live here, (beyond our superior species).
The only recompense left is to flood the veritable market
with delusions of being gods
made for little more than corrupt justice and
One-Day Prime swift gratification delivery.
All as it should be.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ...
#tragedy
#greed
#culture
#morality
#tradition
79 reads
5 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 11:12pm
6th Aug 2019 11:12pm
Summer Tragedy
Dog days of misfortune! Curses be fortune!
Sultry affliction beside the seaside’s beautiful fiction!
Shipwreck on the beach, for some a vacation of death!
This bottleneck constricted by the heat of my turtleneck.
Oh, I sweat in hope of the coming doom – so, so soon!
The catastrophe of lightning brings the agony of chastity!
So, to you my good beach goers, embrace the tragedy!
Sultry affliction beside the seaside’s beautiful fiction!
Shipwreck on the beach, for some a vacation of death!
This bottleneck constricted by the heat of my turtleneck.
Oh, I sweat in hope of the coming doom – so, so soon!
The catastrophe of lightning brings the agony of chastity!
So, to you my good beach goers, embrace the tragedy!
#summer
#tragedy
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