Poems About Tragedy Published by Members Recently Online
#tragedy
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Aug 2023 1:56am
19th Aug 2023 1:56am
Whole Life
Letby faces becoming only the second woman alive to be handed a whole-life order, meaning she would never be released from prison, when she is sentenced. The boys' parents described the nurse as a “danger to everyone” and said she should never be released.“ - Josh Halliday, “‘They could have stopped Lucy Letby’: babies’ parents criticise hospital bosses“, The Guardian, Fri 18 Aug 2023
A glistening van
in the rain
outside a courtroom.
A polished, oaken box
with brass rails.
An oil painting of
a woman weeping in the dock.
A pale...
A glistening van
in the rain
outside a courtroom.
A polished, oaken box
with brass rails.
An oil painting of
a woman weeping in the dock.
A pale...
#murder
#violence
#prison #tragedy
#prison #tragedy
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Aug 2023 1:56am
19th Aug 2023 1:56am
Whole Life
Letby faces becoming only the second woman alive to be handed a whole-life order, meaning she would never be released from prison, when she is sentenced. The boys' parents described the nurse as a “danger to everyone” and said she should never be released.“ - Josh Halliday, “‘They could have stopped Lucy Letby’: babies’ parents criticise hospital bosses“, The Guardian, Fri 18 Aug 2023
A glistening van
in the rain
outside a courtroom.
A polished, oaken box
with brass rails.
An oil painting of
a woman weeping in the dock.
A pale...
A glistening van
in the rain
outside a courtroom.
A polished, oaken box
with brass rails.
An oil painting of
a woman weeping in the dock.
A pale...
#murder
#violence
#prison #tragedy
#prison #tragedy
206 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
Cumulative Costs
She glistened bronze in the morning sun
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
#sex
#tragedy
#hurt
566 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
Cumulative Costs
She glistened bronze in the morning sun
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
#sex
#tragedy
#hurt
566 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
9th Apr 2021 4:01pm
Cumulative Costs
She glistened bronze in the morning sun
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
gliding across the sand.
His pale body was sprawled in early light,
but he smiled through a drunken fog,
“Listen, in the distance, a lone gull cries.”
She looked down on him surprised – perturbed.
Now, he had her eyes and they were beautiful!
“We always hear the gulls cry on this beach,
but don’t always have to step around drunks,”
and her eyes turned quickly away.
He stared after as her form grew smaller in the distance.
He memorized the lovely shape...
#sex
#tragedy
#hurt
566 reads
1 Comment
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
940 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
940 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
940 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
940 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
940 reads
14 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
15th May 2023 5:41am
15th May 2023 5:41am
Fair Loss
That tint to the alto,
A shrill call to
See a glowing pastel, piercing,
In the night,
The deathly colors of
Your dreams inside,
As your fabricated veil
Enforced me to
Forfeit the atmosphere of
My aura, in a muse of your purple haze.
The cloudy emanation,
About to burn out,
As a fallen star,
Takes me to your grave,
There's a melody and melancholy,
Decorating and dedicating roses
To the memory of your voice,
Seeking the attire of
Kings, queens, royal, gothic,
In remembrance of...
A shrill call to
See a glowing pastel, piercing,
In the night,
The deathly colors of
Your dreams inside,
As your fabricated veil
Enforced me to
Forfeit the atmosphere of
My aura, in a muse of your purple haze.
The cloudy emanation,
About to burn out,
As a fallen star,
Takes me to your grave,
There's a melody and melancholy,
Decorating and dedicating roses
To the memory of your voice,
Seeking the attire of
Kings, queens, royal, gothic,
In remembrance of...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#tragedy
#philosophical
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Connotation
Poem Published
15th May 2023 5:41am
15th May 2023 5:41am
Fair Loss
That tint to the alto,
A shrill call to
See a glowing pastel, piercing,
In the night,
The deathly colors of
Your dreams inside,
As your fabricated veil
Enforced me to
Forfeit the atmosphere of
My aura, in a muse of your purple haze.
The cloudy emanation,
About to burn out,
As a fallen star,
Takes me to your grave,
There's a melody and melancholy,
Decorating and dedicating roses
To the memory of your voice,
Seeking the attire of
Kings, queens, royal, gothic,
In remembrance of...
A shrill call to
See a glowing pastel, piercing,
In the night,
The deathly colors of
Your dreams inside,
As your fabricated veil
Enforced me to
Forfeit the atmosphere of
My aura, in a muse of your purple haze.
The cloudy emanation,
About to burn out,
As a fallen star,
Takes me to your grave,
There's a melody and melancholy,
Decorating and dedicating roses
To the memory of your voice,
Seeking the attire of
Kings, queens, royal, gothic,
In remembrance of...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#tragedy
#philosophical
226 reads
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