Best Tragedy Poems

by:  Eric L. Boddie
"A History Of..."

As it has come to be
Foundations of slavery define my destiny
Relentless jealousy continues our oppression
Only the Black American is subject to such obsession

African American, naw, I prefer black myself
Me being a native to America ever since my first breath
Every...

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The quintessential of nyctophilia, wrapped in bridal attire, slowly and slowly as in somnambulism there goes the heroine of timeless tragedy to supersede her lovers feigned insanity.

Her beloved father is no more, being killed by her suitor's intrigued tyranny;
ignored to be drowned, to burn in...

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"Then there is no more left but this, that
in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall be no less 
than the love we two have already known" 
(Words of Heloise to Abelard after her pregnancy)

Like moon on nights of skies un-starred
she lived without her...

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Since Kash revealed "her" secret, I have turned red.
All day I cried onto the pillow on my bed.
I think the whole true awful tale needs to be said.
A tragedy! I now feel like a blunderhead.
And though she is a vixen, I have to say I...

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"Put on channel seven.
My Lord!! What have they done! 
I can not believe it..
they killed my only son!"

Raised with respect.
Never a problem.
Worked hard as a Man.
Problems..he would solve them. 

He did well in College.. 
He struggled..but made it through. 
Held his chin up when he...

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Jan's cucumber* got quite a spin
From a lady who did not like men
It worked like a charm
And caused her no harm
But got dumped in the rubbish bin

*queuing_for_his_cucumbers_-_bawdy_1277298...

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I knew an old woman from Greece
Whose whinging words would seldom cease
She’d constantly whine
When drunk on red wine
Her husband’s in dire need of peace!


How much cash does a Grecian earn -
such questions I tried hard to spurn
Her husband went mad
and did something bad -
she’s interred in...

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They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way,...

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The field is wet with sunshine,
Ripe grasses green and high;
With a reaper in the meadow,
And a bird flies in the sky.

There's a nest with little babies,
With three beaks opened wide;
A reaper's in the meadow,
And a song hangs in the sky.

The meadow's ripe with summer,
And a...

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It was a gorgeous house
Dated in its style
A stone-walled bungalow
Quiet sitting up on a hill

I’d never seen a sign of life
And the stories lurked about
Owned by an old photographer
Whose son had hung himself

A house that seemed abandoned
Where everyone had left their soul
In some form passed...

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Migrants on the move from violence
their only possession
breath-space on a smuggler’s boat
secured with back-bent harvests 
in pretzel-bent systems
weight of crates of strawberries 
hoisted on hell-bent backs
just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east 
from Moroccan beach with a camel-mystique
—the seaway west of Africa 
a rags-wearing-flotsam grave

migrants on the...

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The lights are out tonight,
But our struggles still ignite
The hay of hope, like hearth
Amidst the cold and dark.

To the temples in the sky,
For Heaven-on-Earth we cry.
We're our own Kingdom Come,
For we're the Children of the Sun.

The sinners passing by
Might greet us with goodbye.
Is it their...

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It is the educational institutions 
That determine what one must know 
To be successful in human society
And the values in the society

Education has been used for centuries
To propagate the values of the elite
By controlling what is taught in our schools
They assure they remain the elite,...

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Sailing toward a horizon I’ll never reach
I cannot speak, tears on my cheeks
I’ve left the beach
Where it was warm, the sun stood still
Life was a breeze that never chilled
I was at peace

Those sandy shores been left behind
The tumultuous sea, a spray that blinds
I’m out of...

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October is a tragedy
Written by the ghosts of summertime,
Discharging promises and platitudes
Like an old man seated on a rocking chair;
Reciting them time and again,
Building false hope
Like a child
Building a house with playing cards.
Ferocious wind, a gentle thump,
They crumble;
Returning to a predetermined purpose,
Bound by a preexisting...

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