Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
#tragedy
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Aug 2022 3:49pm
14th Aug 2022 3:49pm
The Land of Guns and Pills
Of chivalry and scholarship
Libertarians are devoid
Since they prefer gun ownership
Washed down with an opioid.
They tune in right wing anger whores
Who tell the bumpkins who to hate
Then wonder why the world deplores
The denizens of our nation state
Who cannot think but only do
As they lock and load their rifles
Prior to shooting a crowd or two
Over ideological trifles...
Which often fail to annotate
That rage NEVER...makes a nation great.
Libertarians are devoid
Since they prefer gun ownership
Washed down with an opioid.
They tune in right wing anger whores
Who tell the bumpkins who to hate
Then wonder why the world deplores
The denizens of our nation state
Who cannot think but only do
As they lock and load their rifles
Prior to shooting a crowd or two
Over ideological trifles...
Which often fail to annotate
That rage NEVER...makes a nation great.
#tragedy
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
Catsong
~ Written on the 24th of October 2008 ~~
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
#loneliness
#cats
#tragedy
#despair
#emptiness
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
Catsong
~ Written on the 24th of October 2008 ~~
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
#loneliness
#cats
#tragedy
#despair
#emptiness
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
Catsong
~ Written on the 24th of October 2008 ~~
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
#loneliness
#cats
#tragedy
#despair
#emptiness
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
Catsong
~ Written on the 24th of October 2008 ~~
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
#loneliness
#cats
#tragedy
#despair
#emptiness
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
2nd Feb 2023 5:01pm
Catsong
~ Written on the 24th of October 2008 ~~
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
#loneliness
#cats
#tragedy
#despair
#emptiness
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 9:16pm
27th Feb 2022 9:16pm
A 3-part Tragedy
That which your heart requires
To keep it from breaking fresh each day
Is that which drives me to despair
And keeps my heart in shattered pieces
And so you give me what you need
In this ever-crescendoing silence
And I bestow upon your daily-breaking heart
My deepest promises of love
(The desire of MY heart)
Yet would you truly find your peace
If I echoed your silence?
And would my heart be satisfied
With your voiced assurances
of that which I, in depths of heart,
Already know is truth?
The...
To keep it from breaking fresh each day
Is that which drives me to despair
And keeps my heart in shattered pieces
And so you give me what you need
In this ever-crescendoing silence
And I bestow upon your daily-breaking heart
My deepest promises of love
(The desire of MY heart)
Yet would you truly find your peace
If I echoed your silence?
And would my heart be satisfied
With your voiced assurances
of that which I, in depths of heart,
Already know is truth?
The...
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#ForbiddenLove
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 9:16pm
27th Feb 2022 9:16pm
A 3-part Tragedy
That which your heart requires
To keep it from breaking fresh each day
Is that which drives me to despair
And keeps my heart in shattered pieces
And so you give me what you need
In this ever-crescendoing silence
And I bestow upon your daily-breaking heart
My deepest promises of love
(The desire of MY heart)
Yet would you truly find your peace
If I echoed your silence?
And would my heart be satisfied
With your voiced assurances
of that which I, in depths of heart,
Already know is truth?
The...
To keep it from breaking fresh each day
Is that which drives me to despair
And keeps my heart in shattered pieces
And so you give me what you need
In this ever-crescendoing silence
And I bestow upon your daily-breaking heart
My deepest promises of love
(The desire of MY heart)
Yet would you truly find your peace
If I echoed your silence?
And would my heart be satisfied
With your voiced assurances
of that which I, in depths of heart,
Already know is truth?
The...
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#ForbiddenLove
346 reads
2 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 9:16pm
27th Feb 2022 9:16pm
A 3-part Tragedy
That which your heart requires
To keep it from breaking fresh each day
Is that which drives me to despair
And keeps my heart in shattered pieces
And so you give me what you need
In this ever-crescendoing silence
And I bestow upon your daily-breaking heart
My deepest promises of love
(The desire of MY heart)
Yet would you truly find your peace
If I echoed your silence?
And would my heart be satisfied
With your voiced assurances
of that which I, in depths of heart,
Already know is truth?
The...
To keep it from breaking fresh each day
Is that which drives me to despair
And keeps my heart in shattered pieces
And so you give me what you need
In this ever-crescendoing silence
And I bestow upon your daily-breaking heart
My deepest promises of love
(The desire of MY heart)
Yet would you truly find your peace
If I echoed your silence?
And would my heart be satisfied
With your voiced assurances
of that which I, in depths of heart,
Already know is truth?
The...
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#ForbiddenLove
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2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
the puppet to the needle (self harm)
This medicine would affect my mind I knew it from the start
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
#SelfHarm
#illness
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
#emotions
224 reads
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
the puppet to the needle (self harm)
This medicine would affect my mind I knew it from the start
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
#SelfHarm
#illness
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
#emotions
224 reads
3 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
7th Jun 2022 5:34am
the puppet to the needle (self harm)
This medicine would affect my mind I knew it from the start
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
There's always been something about needles
Thin splinters of metal sharpened to a fine point
The silver glint of the tip as it slides in
The push and give of the flesh beneath it
That feeling of it holding there in the flesh
The feeling of pressure from the syringe liquid then air
Then there's the way the flesh follows the needle
It is as if the flesh simply wants to be impaled
There are no words to describe how sick I am to feel this way
Too many times I've felt disgusted to find...
#SelfHarm
#illness
#tragedy
#hypocrisy
#emotions
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