Tragedy Poems
The Broken Angel
by Nirav Khanal
On the dark and gloomy night
Walking down the lonely trail
As if she was destined to fail.
With no clear destination in her mind
Escaping from something
Maybe it’s from her past.
With all the heartbreaks and scars
She wears her beautiful smile
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Mockeries of Destiny
by Favilla Mayhearth
Islands of clouds stalk my white, loosely held destiny.
Underneath queen's ring lay pale skin and fragile arteries,
Weak pale queen skin to replicate my overall customs - me.
Proud to be a surface for character-characteristic mockery.
Atrophied I lay in my skin, as decayed veins beneath queen's ring.
I don't wear pearls, I am no queen;
Need no servants, not a queen -
I only seek light.
Up and about within this light, I'm sent into endless sandy rooms,
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When Grenfell Fell
by Sharon Morgan
Can you remember the day before the morning after?
When the clock kept ticking, the hours went by;
When your tasks were planned for the day;
Children getting ready for school
Parents getting ready for work
Families getting ready for holidays
Bills to pay, friends to meet, places to visit
Flats to clean when you have a flat.
Is it now a distant memory?
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It was like talking to a brick wall
by Randy Johnson
Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn't listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn't cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should've showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should've been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.
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Phantom, I Reckon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Who the figure from out of dark dreams-
Where she flees in terror and silently screams?
With the looks of a demon! What a heart of love!
And passion for the opera which plays above.
Tears of music fall from his eyes;
A face so tragic, he wears a disguise.
Lonely in love, Phantom's got the blues.
Well, I guess that's nothing new.
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89. Until The Calm
by Kea Campbell
The darkness does not knock— it seeps, and it stains.
It craws through your marrow and threads through your veins.
Not a wound to touch, nor a scar to trace.
Just a hollowing force that tried your life and stole your grace.
I hear neighbors laugh, then it twists into your cries.
I know your grief presses heavy— cold and unkind.
I’m helpless in flesh as I draft, for you, my prayers.
Oh Lord— how I would bear your sorrow and spare you these labors.
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Peter Winn
by Clare-Anne Flower
Even as I write him now he is but a poem in a poem
Oh they taken my Peter Winn farther than he’s ever been
Twas was a home by the sea.
Ti’ll they taken him from me.
Now I cry as sorrow sets and depression creeps.
Oh why take my love, my Peter Winn from me.
Wars the horror of mothers as is wives.
He left me just an empty husk of no one wanted and no one loved.
Tis my heart was twined in eternal melancholy.
To tell tales of love, loss, and utter folly.
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happy ending
by anne anonymoussometimes the happy ending is the ending itself
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by George Payne
For as long as we can remember,
seeking favors of protection,
our kind has buried innocent
people alive: to protect borders.
To project strength. To prevent chaos.
To pray that the gods will not devour
us with their wrath. To honor the dead
and to raise new life from the hidden
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Unfair
by Anuska Rajbhandari
"Life's unfair"
A phrase we hear quite a lot,
All our lives,through the years.
I thought this was only a phrase,
A phrase created to make us work hard,
A phrase that leads to lower expectations of ours,
A phrase born to teach us a lesson,
A phrase to help us realise our life's a blessing.
All my life I've never thought I'd see this phrase be true,
But with everything I see happening around me I think it's cruel.
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