Tragedy in Poetry and Poems about Tragedy
#tragedy
Tragedy in poetry and poems about tragedy. Serious poetry describing terrible melancholy events encountered personally, or by another person, or a group of people in society.
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 5:01am
21st Jan 2025 5:01am
LA
a blue river has
frozen in the vast sky
it is searching for
its traces on the
subtle layers of the earth
the shores
woven like nests
have become distorted
the souls of grey stones
are clashing
with the dry fields
stray winds
caused havoc
in the forests
and made a deep
friendship with
the flames of fire
golden spoon people
sleeping in a deep sleep
have started creating chaos
bumblebees intoxicated
by the sweet fragrance
have started fainting
...
frozen in the vast sky
it is searching for
its traces on the
subtle layers of the earth
the shores
woven like nests
have become distorted
the souls of grey stones
are clashing
with the dry fields
stray winds
caused havoc
in the forests
and made a deep
friendship with
the flames of fire
golden spoon people
sleeping in a deep sleep
have started creating chaos
bumblebees intoxicated
by the sweet fragrance
have started fainting
...
#fear
#forest
#tragedy #apocalypse
#tragedy #apocalypse
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:17pm
20th Jan 2025 2:17pm
Their Voice Like A Blackhole
Their voice is like a blackhole I'm getting sucked into their game, a game I didn't even chose to play.
I'm in this video game constantly running, enemies keep respawning.
I could never escape them.
The John Wacy clown follows me around, he's looking not to kill...
But to steal my soul forever.
They were soul thiefs like the black Klobber in Donkey Kong Country 2.
The nightmare always plays.
The tune is always playing...
They're always watching...
And I'm their target.
I'm their empty...
I'm in this video game constantly running, enemies keep respawning.
I could never escape them.
The John Wacy clown follows me around, he's looking not to kill...
But to steal my soul forever.
They were soul thiefs like the black Klobber in Donkey Kong Country 2.
The nightmare always plays.
The tune is always playing...
They're always watching...
And I'm their target.
I'm their empty...
#manipulation
#suffering
#tragedy
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Revisionary
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 4:01am
16th Jan 2025 4:01am
My heart is an empty home
A beating pulse sought to free itself, once upon a time
Trapped within the overgrowth, bound in a dense vine
My heart is a jungle that covers the suns shine
The beat remains quaint and concealed inside.
“Loving you would make you love me less”
Wet eyes look deep into the lashing wildfire
“Tell me it isn’t true, or tell me to give it a rest”
Rings and weddings, burning shadows of my desires.
Grey black silhouettes dancing at midnight hours
Derelict castle halls and empty rooms looking dour
Reflections of a lively venue to host our...
Trapped within the overgrowth, bound in a dense vine
My heart is a jungle that covers the suns shine
The beat remains quaint and concealed inside.
“Loving you would make you love me less”
Wet eyes look deep into the lashing wildfire
“Tell me it isn’t true, or tell me to give it a rest”
Rings and weddings, burning shadows of my desires.
Grey black silhouettes dancing at midnight hours
Derelict castle halls and empty rooms looking dour
Reflections of a lively venue to host our...
#bittersweet
#emotional
#emptiness
#loneliness
#tragedy
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:39am
14th Jan 2025 3:39am
Diary Entry II
I've been surviving on sadness, drenched in misery,
but I shouldn’t. God knows I don’t belong
among this withering breed.
The Lord knows—every day is a test.
And now, the same air I breathe is killing me,
choking on the fiery catastrophe
that’s plaguing my city.
There must be something deep inside—
some wound embedded, some cause of this insanity.
So I can’t afford to be caught lacking—
must wipe the smoke and ash from my eyes,
because one false step, and I’m buried.
I may have lost some hope,
but within this harried dread, I...
but I shouldn’t. God knows I don’t belong
among this withering breed.
The Lord knows—every day is a test.
And now, the same air I breathe is killing me,
choking on the fiery catastrophe
that’s plaguing my city.
There must be something deep inside—
some wound embedded, some cause of this insanity.
So I can’t afford to be caught lacking—
must wipe the smoke and ash from my eyes,
because one false step, and I’m buried.
I may have lost some hope,
but within this harried dread, I...
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 2:56pm
10th Jan 2025 2:56pm
Helping The Victims Of The Wildfires
The crisis in California is heartbreaking and it certainly is dire.
I donated $20.00 to the American Red Cross to help the victims of the wildfires.
I donated and I encourage you to donate too.
It will certainly be a kind thing for you to do.
The situation is horrible and there is no doubt.
Please donate to these people to help them out.
I donated $20.00 to the American Red Cross to help the victims of the wildfires.
I donated and I encourage you to donate too.
It will certainly be a kind thing for you to do.
The situation is horrible and there is no doubt.
Please donate to these people to help them out.
#fire
#money
#tragedy
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:18pm
9th Jan 2025 11:18pm
Chasm
Your name is carved into my skin,
A prayer, a curse, I let you in.
You are the silence in my veins,
A dark refrain, a lover’s chains.
I built a bridge to leave this hell,
But every step, I fell, I fell.
The void is calling, soft and slow,
A place where only shadows grow.
Drag me down—
I won’t resist.
Break my bones
With every kiss.
The chasm waits, its mouth agape,
No hope, no end, no chance escape.
I hear your voice in empty halls,
A hymn that drips, that cracks, that calls.
Your hands are...
A prayer, a curse, I let you in.
You are the silence in my veins,
A dark refrain, a lover’s chains.
I built a bridge to leave this hell,
But every step, I fell, I fell.
The void is calling, soft and slow,
A place where only shadows grow.
Drag me down—
I won’t resist.
Break my bones
With every kiss.
The chasm waits, its mouth agape,
No hope, no end, no chance escape.
I hear your voice in empty halls,
A hymn that drips, that cracks, that calls.
Your hands are...
#dark
#sacrifice
#shadows
#suffering
#tragedy
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tell_me_wy
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 00:58am
30th Dec 2024 00:58am
Jeju
I saw the plane
Crash;
I screamed,
Mutedly:
‘God,
Why?’
Crash;
I screamed,
Mutedly:
‘God,
Why?’
#grief
#tragedy
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 11:58am
26th Dec 2024 11:58am
On Her Birthday
Her girlfriends took her out Friday afternoon for her birthday
This was her 40th
That Sunday her & her husband were leaving for a Mediterranean Cruise
That was his gift to her
He was deeply in love with her
There was also a close bond between the two of them
About ten years ago she helped her husband overcome drugs & alcohol
He was hooked for years
Almost lost his job, family, house and his own life because of these addictions
It was tough for him
Many times he fell off but he persevered and kept on pushing forward
One day,...
This was her 40th
That Sunday her & her husband were leaving for a Mediterranean Cruise
That was his gift to her
He was deeply in love with her
There was also a close bond between the two of them
About ten years ago she helped her husband overcome drugs & alcohol
He was hooked for years
Almost lost his job, family, house and his own life because of these addictions
It was tough for him
Many times he fell off but he persevered and kept on pushing forward
One day,...
#addiction
#birthday
#friendship
#love
#tragedy
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 8:08pm
13th Dec 2024 8:08pm
Time For Lunch
These 4 pigs found the body of a 11 year old girl
She was strangled & mutilated at the nearby park
There was no witnesses or evidence except a radio flyer wagon near the girls body
The 4 pigs began brainstorming, thinking what they should do
The 20 year veteran said,
Let's take this child, the radio flyer wagon and go door to door
The rookie placed her mangled corpse into the wagon
From there, they began walking the neighborhood
The rookie cop had the honor of wheeling the wagon
Her lifeless body, bouncing around like some used & abused rag...
She was strangled & mutilated at the nearby park
There was no witnesses or evidence except a radio flyer wagon near the girls body
The 4 pigs began brainstorming, thinking what they should do
The 20 year veteran said,
Let's take this child, the radio flyer wagon and go door to door
The rookie placed her mangled corpse into the wagon
From there, they began walking the neighborhood
The rookie cop had the honor of wheeling the wagon
Her lifeless body, bouncing around like some used & abused rag...
#children
#death
#ignorance
#tragedy
#violence
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 10:00pm
11th Dec 2024 10:00pm
No Real Help For Those With Rage
Feeling dejected after being that a homicidal support group online couldn't be run by DBSA. God damn it!
There is no help for people like us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just angers me so much and shuts me down at the same time.
There's gotta be a way to make this support group online before I build my temple.
I know how to help these people.
Doesn't anyone care that they could save their children's lives?
Is there no mercy or justice?
You could save your children if you knew when to...
There is no help for people like us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just angers me so much and shuts me down at the same time.
There's gotta be a way to make this support group online before I build my temple.
I know how to help these people.
Doesn't anyone care that they could save their children's lives?
Is there no mercy or justice?
You could save your children if you knew when to...
#hypocrisy
#lies
#tragedy #TruthOfLife
#tragedy #TruthOfLife
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:27pm
5th Dec 2024 9:27pm
Bro-sencrantz and Shill-denstern
The mind gets boggled awful hard
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.
Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.
Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!
#CallToAction
#lies
#manipulation #tragedy
#manipulation #tragedy
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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 5:22pm
29th Nov 2024 5:22pm
The Time Fairy
Her lifeless body
Lay stricken
Upon the bell tower
Her wings
Frayed, and broken
Her words lay on her dying lips
Unspoken
Chasing ghosts
Vanquished dreams
Lost hope
And a fragile heart
Beating a tentative beat
Delicate tears
Caress the saddened soul
No longer whole
Her lifeless body
Still upon the bell tower
Awaiting a burial of sorts
Time moved forward
The hands of the clock
Together, cast her asunder
She was lost to time
Yet became part of it
As her silken...
Lay stricken
Upon the bell tower
Her wings
Frayed, and broken
Her words lay on her dying lips
Unspoken
Chasing ghosts
Vanquished dreams
Lost hope
And a fragile heart
Beating a tentative beat
Delicate tears
Caress the saddened soul
No longer whole
Her lifeless body
Still upon the bell tower
Awaiting a burial of sorts
Time moved forward
The hands of the clock
Together, cast her asunder
She was lost to time
Yet became part of it
As her silken...
#fairies
#LifeAsAWriter
#sadness #tragedy
#sadness #tragedy
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