Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
#tragedy
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
157 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
157 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
157 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
157 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
157 reads
8 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
61 reads
2 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
61 reads
2 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
61 reads
2 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
61 reads
2 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
6th Feb 2025 11:40am
Lament Of The Forsaken
In moonlit halls where shadows weep
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
A heart once full now lost in sleep
Her touch like fire now cold as stone
Her love once pure forever gone
He waits amidst the hollow night
A soul consumed by endless plight
For love that burned then turned to ash
A dying flame a bitter crash
The roses bloomed where she had stood
Their petals dark with signs of blood
And though he calls his voice a plea
She’s but a ghost in memory
Her eyes once bright with whispered dreams
Now haunt the world in shattered seams ...
#dark
#death
#gothic
#love
#tragedy
61 reads
2 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 8:16pm
8th Oct 2021 8:16pm
Where are we headed to?
I wonder if,
in light of the rapidity
in which we see
the attitude of Lamech
towards those who might attempt
to injure him
encompassing the world
within a burgeoning hostility
that voids morality,
man’s destiny is doom
and inescapable calamity.
I doubt that love of enemy,
no matter how much honour
is obtained by it,
will ever be sufficient, fit
to quell, or more importantly, reverse
the darkening curse
that’s now upon humanity
and all the earth ...
in light of the rapidity
in which we see
the attitude of Lamech
towards those who might attempt
to injure him
encompassing the world
within a burgeoning hostility
that voids morality,
man’s destiny is doom
and inescapable calamity.
I doubt that love of enemy,
no matter how much honour
is obtained by it,
will ever be sufficient, fit
to quell, or more importantly, reverse
the darkening curse
that’s now upon humanity
and all the earth ...
#tragedy
255 reads
0 Comments
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
115 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
