Poems About Tragedy by Top Critiquers
#tragedy
jemac
Poem Published
1st May 2018 1:11am
1st May 2018 1:11am
What next ?
When you haven't been out in the "real" world for a while, it can be quite intimidating. She's not sure how to do it. It's kind of a big scary place ...
Leaving a man you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with (after 30years) ... that was a slow burning fire of hell that she never imagined herself in. Freed herself from with internal scars that no one can see.
Took some time to regain her strength when love came knocking sooner than she anticipated. But, he swept her off her feet faster than she would have thought possible. They dated for five months when...
Leaving a man you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with (after 30years) ... that was a slow burning fire of hell that she never imagined herself in. Freed herself from with internal scars that no one can see.
Took some time to regain her strength when love came knocking sooner than she anticipated. But, he swept her off her feet faster than she would have thought possible. They dated for five months when...
#sadness
#love
#LifeChangingMoment #tragedy
#LifeChangingMoment #tragedy
493 reads
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 3:04am
19th Feb 2023 3:04am
antakya: lisbon II
turkish-syrian quake of 2023 February 06
for a young woman grieving the loss of her sister
but she's alive in there;
my sister is alive!
bring her to me
that i may count
the pulsing of her breast!
i know the silent rest
whose bodies mount
piles high, a sea
that cares nought how to give
back lives sucked out in fear.
bring me her bangles, then;
the red scarf that she loved;
or else, a shoe
with her bouquet,
that i may hear her run,
as when to...
for a young woman grieving the loss of her sister
but she's alive in there;
my sister is alive!
bring her to me
that i may count
the pulsing of her breast!
i know the silent rest
whose bodies mount
piles high, a sea
that cares nought how to give
back lives sucked out in fear.
bring me her bangles, then;
the red scarf that she loved;
or else, a shoe
with her bouquet,
that i may hear her run,
as when to...
#environment
#nature
#tragedy
104 reads
6 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
30th Aug 2018 1:58am
30th Aug 2018 1:58am
the man who ran
Gather around and listen while I speak.
Every legend has some myth and truth to it.
Every story has different sides to it.
This the truth no one wanted to believe for generation long before I was born.
Headphones on and marching straight on.
A man walking on his way home.
Thinking of his beautiful girlfriend by the name of hope.
The women who stole his heart and resided in his soul.
Walking on a boulevard besides a very high wall.
A group of man running and laughing passed him by.
He knew something was wrong because some of them...
Every legend has some myth and truth to it.
Every story has different sides to it.
This the truth no one wanted to believe for generation long before I was born.
Headphones on and marching straight on.
A man walking on his way home.
Thinking of his beautiful girlfriend by the name of hope.
The women who stole his heart and resided in his soul.
Walking on a boulevard besides a very high wall.
A group of man running and laughing passed him by.
He knew something was wrong because some of them...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#tragedy
498 reads
6 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:55pm
Yesterday 3:55pm
Possible Ghostly Encounter In The Shower
While she was taking
a shower, Kendra saw John
open the door with a smile.
But when she turned off
the water and noticed he's
really not there, she cried.
a shower, Kendra saw John
open the door with a smile.
But when she turned off
the water and noticed he's
really not there, she cried.
#home
#fiction
#ghosts
#tragedy
#sensual
40 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Nov 2022 8:01pm
1st Nov 2022 8:01pm
Silent - Part 15: The International Summer School
Two Years Earlier: Gavin
Philippa. Rich, posh accent, dressed all in black, long matching hair, loads of jewellery. I liked her straightaway. Thought she was seriously gorgeous. On our first afternoon in town, we spent a while watching the two guys in army clothes, Jace and Steve, climbing the pylon-structure pier before searching around for a taxi.
'Lyme House used to be a Prep School for child prodigies run by Agnes Harlesden,' Philippa said during the ride. She spoke in an all-very-important voice, similar to One mustn't do that, must one? 'But someone set it...
Philippa. Rich, posh accent, dressed all in black, long matching hair, loads of jewellery. I liked her straightaway. Thought she was seriously gorgeous. On our first afternoon in town, we spent a while watching the two guys in army clothes, Jace and Steve, climbing the pylon-structure pier before searching around for a taxi.
'Lyme House used to be a Prep School for child prodigies run by Agnes Harlesden,' Philippa said during the ride. She spoke in an all-very-important voice, similar to One mustn't do that, must one? 'But someone set it...
#mystery
#tragedy
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
118 reads
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
268 reads
3 Comments
drone
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 9:22am
22nd Apr 2020 9:22am
Rivers
If
there were rivers
within the minds
of the many
Barren
would be the banks
Poisoned
would be the waters
where the scum
of willful ignorance
Floats
to the rapids
that pour
into the reservoir
of placid hope
that things
will get better
when we vote
there were rivers
within the minds
of the many
Barren
would be the banks
Poisoned
would be the waters
where the scum
of willful ignorance
Floats
to the rapids
that pour
into the reservoir
of placid hope
that things
will get better
when we vote
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
#tragedy
#disappointment
284 reads
8 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:36pm
Yesterday 7:36pm
A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part Two
#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
6 reads
0 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 3:12am
20th Aug 2020 3:12am
That f**kin Sleepover
I did something as a child
that was so cruel, it haunts me.
I often wonder if I hadn't done it
what kind of person I'd be.
Would I lack empathy?
I like to believe it had to be done,
kinda like a soul lesson.
That helps me sleep
it also helps me drink
and smoke.
that was so cruel, it haunts me.
I often wonder if I hadn't done it
what kind of person I'd be.
Would I lack empathy?
I like to believe it had to be done,
kinda like a soul lesson.
That helps me sleep
it also helps me drink
and smoke.
#LifeStruggles
#learning
#tragedy #nightmares
#tragedy #nightmares
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5 Comments
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