Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
#tragedy
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
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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
120 reads
3 Comments
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
120 reads
3 Comments
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
120 reads
3 Comments
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
120 reads
3 Comments
*Dancing with Donald*
https://tinyurl.com/yc7tyky7
I woke up dirty dancing
the sheets in disarray
my mouth was full of Trump
so there was nothing I could say...
I woke up dirty dancing
the sheets in disarray
my mouth was full of Trump
so there was nothing I could say...
#tragedy
#unicorns
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1 Comment
*Dancing with Donald*
https://tinyurl.com/yc7tyky7
I woke up dirty dancing
the sheets in disarray
my mouth was full of Trump
so there was nothing I could say...
I woke up dirty dancing
the sheets in disarray
my mouth was full of Trump
so there was nothing I could say...
#tragedy
#unicorns
132 reads
1 Comment
jenny lee (generally)
i swore she always arrived
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
#cancer
#death
#music #tragedy
#music #tragedy
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1 Comment
jenny lee (generally)
i swore she always arrived
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
#cancer
#death
#music #tragedy
#music #tragedy
23 reads
1 Comment
jenny lee (generally)
i swore she always arrived
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
#cancer
#death
#music #tragedy
#music #tragedy
23 reads
1 Comment
jenny lee (generally)
i swore she always arrived
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
with the pumpkins blaring
siamese dream.
she went from far
out to right
here and just
like that our
lips joined,
hips loined, and
you know
what
happened
next.
it was always her
arms formed
halo around my
mugshot neck, serving
as back-the-fuck-off sentinel
when the crowd summoned her
magic for just
one
more
song. to celebrate
one more round
lost count and
a litter
of drunks proved
my consistent ...
#cancer
#death
#music #tragedy
#music #tragedy
23 reads
1 Comment
Standing at the precipice
So here I am.
Is this it?
All I have to give,
To live,
For this?
Decision time.
Write a rhyme,
Or right a wrong.
Find a song.
Speak a line.
Sign goodbye on the dotted line…
Do not say why if you do not understand.
By now I guess you never will.
I have spent a life-time running up that hill
And for what?
My lot is broken pieces;
Memories of people’s speeches.
The lies they told,
I am already cold,
To the ways of humanity.
Long time been a ghost.
I save today for a better time....
Is this it?
All I have to give,
To live,
For this?
Decision time.
Write a rhyme,
Or right a wrong.
Find a song.
Speak a line.
Sign goodbye on the dotted line…
Do not say why if you do not understand.
By now I guess you never will.
I have spent a life-time running up that hill
And for what?
My lot is broken pieces;
Memories of people’s speeches.
The lies they told,
I am already cold,
To the ways of humanity.
Long time been a ghost.
I save today for a better time....
#sadness
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#tragedy
#despair
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DU Poetry : Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online