Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
#tragedy
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
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7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
238 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
238 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
238 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
30th Nov 2021 00:53am
The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
238 reads
7 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 12:14pm
7th Nov 2021 12:14pm
hound and fox
...we are all
being hunted,
but most of us
dont realize it.
being hunted,
but most of us
dont realize it.
#death
#tragedy
#suffering
78 reads
6 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 12:14pm
7th Nov 2021 12:14pm
hound and fox
...we are all
being hunted,
but most of us
dont realize it.
being hunted,
but most of us
dont realize it.
#death
#tragedy
#suffering
78 reads
6 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 12:14pm
7th Nov 2021 12:14pm
hound and fox
...we are all
being hunted,
but most of us
dont realize it.
being hunted,
but most of us
dont realize it.
#death
#tragedy
#suffering
78 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
bloodletting
drifting into silence
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
#grief
#dark
#men
#tragedy
#despair
644 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
bloodletting
drifting into silence
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
#grief
#dark
#men
#tragedy
#despair
644 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
bloodletting
drifting into silence
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
#grief
#dark
#men
#tragedy
#despair
644 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
28th Feb 2018 6:19am
bloodletting
drifting into silence
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is...
#grief
#dark
#men
#tragedy
#despair
644 reads
14 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
