Long Poems About Tragedy
#tragedy
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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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
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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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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th May 2022 8:26pm
25th May 2022 8:26pm
Yellow King, Red Queen
- Yellow King, Red Queen -
It was the illumination of the sun, so very small upon the distant horizon, that cast the patterns of the sky in colorful hues befitting of the hours of the dawn... as its' bright rays struck firm the clouds whilst the last vestiges of the nighttime fled before them. Upon the watery planet Rahab, there existed a vast and trackless woodland bordered by swamps and wetlands, fed by a great river that let out into a very mighty sea. It was not the only one of its' kind, that land, nor was it the most dark and dismal... but it had a certain bit of uniqueness...
It was the illumination of the sun, so very small upon the distant horizon, that cast the patterns of the sky in colorful hues befitting of the hours of the dawn... as its' bright rays struck firm the clouds whilst the last vestiges of the nighttime fled before them. Upon the watery planet Rahab, there existed a vast and trackless woodland bordered by swamps and wetlands, fed by a great river that let out into a very mighty sea. It was not the only one of its' kind, that land, nor was it the most dark and dismal... but it had a certain bit of uniqueness...
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th May 2022 3:01am
16th May 2022 3:01am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part II
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th May 2022 2:58am
16th May 2022 2:58am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part I
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
10th May 2022 2:11am
10th May 2022 2:11am
Ancient Memories Part III: The Elemental Wars
- Ancient Memories Part III: The Elemental Wars -
It had been some time since we took the throne of the galactic empire and made it our own. Or had we merely remade a thing that already was ripe for change? It was difficult for me sometimes to try to adjust to my new role... I had not ever been so laden with responsibilities before, but also I had never known so many comforts. Even so, on certain nights I could not sleep easy... and the nightmares in all such hours would begin to stir, manifesting in forms I had not anticipated. On this night, it did seem as if the whole world...
It had been some time since we took the throne of the galactic empire and made it our own. Or had we merely remade a thing that already was ripe for change? It was difficult for me sometimes to try to adjust to my new role... I had not ever been so laden with responsibilities before, but also I had never known so many comforts. Even so, on certain nights I could not sleep easy... and the nightmares in all such hours would begin to stir, manifesting in forms I had not anticipated. On this night, it did seem as if the whole world...
#conflict
#war
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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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
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CortanaBlaze
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 4:45pm
26th Apr 2022 4:45pm
NAMELESS
The voice wouldn’t leave my ear. Why wouldn’t it go?
Every dark corner I turned the voice reappeared, haunting me every step of the way.
It was never silent.
Just WHY wouldn’t it go?
Each step I took I sunk further and further, no escape in sight.
It was the same every day, an endless cycle.
And this is what it’s always been for as long as I can remember…
My parents, my friends, all say that they care. Do they?
The answer is no, they all think I’m insane. Am I?
I guess you would think the same...because I almost forgot that you’re probably just...
Every dark corner I turned the voice reappeared, haunting me every step of the way.
It was never silent.
Just WHY wouldn’t it go?
Each step I took I sunk further and further, no escape in sight.
It was the same every day, an endless cycle.
And this is what it’s always been for as long as I can remember…
My parents, my friends, all say that they care. Do they?
The answer is no, they all think I’m insane. Am I?
I guess you would think the same...because I almost forgot that you’re probably just...
#anxiety
#hate
#dark
#tragedy
#despair
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