Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
#tragedy
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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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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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
547 reads
7 Comments
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
547 reads
7 Comments
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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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
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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
843 reads
14 Comments
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
843 reads
14 Comments
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
843 reads
14 Comments
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
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Enunciate!
I'd say...sailing on to Ceylon,
sounds like phonemic heaven
until I hear convenience rhyme
seven with eleven!
You too may have an ad man's ear
when writing out a sound
where meter isn't overwrought
by words which will confound...
since lowly pays the common heed
to elocution's art
when their attention span's as short
as Hermes on a fart...
both in and out your mouth and nose
like steward wine from hell
whose oratory lessons shat...
like a farmer in the dell.
sounds like phonemic heaven
until I hear convenience rhyme
seven with eleven!
You too may have an ad man's ear
when writing out a sound
where meter isn't overwrought
by words which will confound...
since lowly pays the common heed
to elocution's art
when their attention span's as short
as Hermes on a fart...
both in and out your mouth and nose
like steward wine from hell
whose oratory lessons shat...
like a farmer in the dell.
#tragedy
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Springsteen THE RISING 9/11 - said it best in music
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#evil
#tragedy
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