Long Poems About Tragedy
#tragedy
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
27th May 2023 7:34pm
27th May 2023 7:34pm
A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part One
#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
20th May 2023 1:51am
20th May 2023 1:51am
My Memories of Mary
#regret
#dreams
#ghosts
#memories
#tragedy
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 2:18pm
20th Apr 2023 2:18pm
Josephine
I always loved you Josephine
Eyes as bright as tourmaline
You were the prettiest girl in the room
But made your escape that afternoon
Ascending to the sky in a hot air balloon
I had always meant to meet you that day
At a quarter to two on the tenth of May
A planned rendezvous at the corner cafe
Turns out that due to a tragic delay
You’d later depart in a perilous way
So when I set out to meet my Queen
Franky and Carlo cornered me
They said I had a debt to pay
Then knocked me senseless anyway
You’d waited...
Eyes as bright as tourmaline
You were the prettiest girl in the room
But made your escape that afternoon
Ascending to the sky in a hot air balloon
I had always meant to meet you that day
At a quarter to two on the tenth of May
A planned rendezvous at the corner cafe
Turns out that due to a tragic delay
You’d later depart in a perilous way
So when I set out to meet my Queen
Franky and Carlo cornered me
They said I had a debt to pay
Then knocked me senseless anyway
You’d waited...
#love
#tragedy
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4 Comments
HadesRising
Poem Published
7th Mar 2023 9:40pm
7th Mar 2023 9:40pm
VESPERTINE VALENTINE
Face down, I cradle her memory
To my heart in this temple of woe
This Vesper mine, my valentine
To the symphony of mourning crows
On sad and crumbling graveyard crosses
This concubine, my valentine
Count with me our heavy losses
Do you remember - dismembered
Those nights of October dead
Adorned in habiliments of the damned
At a time when dawn and dusk are wed
Love me with torment - Our culture
Eternal overture
Worshipped in entwining caskets
Sacrificed in ways vile and drastic
Beware the...
To my heart in this temple of woe
This Vesper mine, my valentine
To the symphony of mourning crows
On sad and crumbling graveyard crosses
This concubine, my valentine
Count with me our heavy losses
Do you remember - dismembered
Those nights of October dead
Adorned in habiliments of the damned
At a time when dawn and dusk are wed
Love me with torment - Our culture
Eternal overture
Worshipped in entwining caskets
Sacrificed in ways vile and drastic
Beware the...
#love
#dark
#tragedy
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 3:19pm
13th Jan 2023 3:19pm
Jefferson City- How in the World Did This Happen?
I had gotten to Jefferson City after roughly ten hours in the car. I made a minor detour in Nebraska so I could cross from Nebraska into Missouri and cross a state border I had never crossed before. I planned the same thing for the next night, so I could cross from Missouri into Kentucky. Like normal, I got settled in my room and found the closest, nearest thing to a sports bar to have dinner, a beer, watch football, and talk to people. I walked in and looked for the seat at the bar that gave me the best chance to get picked up. There was a seat near a corner with a man on the right and...
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
10th Dec 2022 00:59am
10th Dec 2022 00:59am
The Sword of Mordred: Part VI
#conflict
#family
#memories
#tragedy
#revenge
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 2:34am
9th Nov 2022 2:34am
Otherworldly Memories Part IV: The Evil Eye
- Otherworldly Memories Part IV: The Evil Eye -
So it came to pass, that after my marriage to the duchess Kar'mila Crom-Cruach, known to me more intimately as Kaitlin, was officiated and celebrated across all of the lands that belonged to us... we did set out with much ceremony and with a mighty host at our side for the island of Eriu, which was of old the ancestral seat of Kaitlin's people. They ruled there from a great city that had once been but a hill fort in the earliest of days, and the name of that city was Tara... the same as the great hill upon which it lay. Many peoples...
So it came to pass, that after my marriage to the duchess Kar'mila Crom-Cruach, known to me more intimately as Kaitlin, was officiated and celebrated across all of the lands that belonged to us... we did set out with much ceremony and with a mighty host at our side for the island of Eriu, which was of old the ancestral seat of Kaitlin's people. They ruled there from a great city that had once been but a hill fort in the earliest of days, and the name of that city was Tara... the same as the great hill upon which it lay. Many peoples...
#dark
#war
#science
#memories
#tragedy
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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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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 7:56pm
25th Oct 2022 7:56pm
Mischief Born of Love
- Mischief Born of Love -
In the dawning hours of the newborn world,
When the first symphonies were being writ...
And all the choirs of creation gathered in bliss,
I sang alone in the company of sublime sorrow.
In the cities of the gods, with flags unfurled,
Not one of my divine peers laughed at my wit...
And when their light revealed the first morrow,
I longed to flee from it, as it interrupted my kiss!
I wept because it separated me from the night,
For in the vastness of that void, my love dwelt...
But the day was hot to bear, and...
In the dawning hours of the newborn world,
When the first symphonies were being writ...
And all the choirs of creation gathered in bliss,
I sang alone in the company of sublime sorrow.
In the cities of the gods, with flags unfurled,
Not one of my divine peers laughed at my wit...
And when their light revealed the first morrow,
I longed to flee from it, as it interrupted my kiss!
I wept because it separated me from the night,
For in the vastness of that void, my love dwelt...
But the day was hot to bear, and...
#love
#dark
#apocalypse
#mythology
#tragedy
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2 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
29th Jul 2022 1:21am
29th Jul 2022 1:21am
THE DEVILS PLAYGROUND
My life is a carousel of nightmares.
This world is the devil's playground.
And he is the God of this world.
He sometimes has control over my thoughts
Bringing in depression and thoughts of suicide.
Ready to take my final ride to the afterlife.
Not serving much of an earthly purpose.
I've always had a self destructive attitude in life.
For years everything seems to be going as foreseen.
Then, Bamm.
In an instant It's turned into shit.
Yes, i have fucked up.
Possibly lost 2 jobs within minutes of each other.
I fucked up...
This world is the devil's playground.
And he is the God of this world.
He sometimes has control over my thoughts
Bringing in depression and thoughts of suicide.
Ready to take my final ride to the afterlife.
Not serving much of an earthly purpose.
I've always had a self destructive attitude in life.
For years everything seems to be going as foreseen.
Then, Bamm.
In an instant It's turned into shit.
Yes, i have fucked up.
Possibly lost 2 jobs within minutes of each other.
I fucked up...
#love
#dark
#tragedy
#suffering
#hurt
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 7:14pm
7th Jun 2022 7:14pm
The Tragedy of the Goddess Irkalla
#love
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
#tragedy
225 reads
2 Comments
rainy_day13
Poem Published
26th May 2022 11:58pm
26th May 2022 11:58pm
Modigliani Love
without her lover
she had no desire
destroyed by his death
wondering why bother
dead before his time
she was left alone
nine stories up
tears in her eyes
a baby in her belly
and sweet memories
turned to knives
cutting her tie to life
heavy rain, loud...
she had no desire
destroyed by his death
wondering why bother
dead before his time
she was left alone
nine stories up
tears in her eyes
a baby in her belly
and sweet memories
turned to knives
cutting her tie to life
heavy rain, loud...
#love
#tragedy
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