Best Tragedy Poems

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the...

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It's been ten long years now since that awful tragedy
When a stranger I didn't know, gave his life to save me
I was on the edge...

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I feel your pain like it was mine
Having an ability to see your soul
If you hurt and can't speak
Sit here with me for I am...

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To do justly in a world of injustice,
to love mercy though wanting revenge, 
to walk humbly through forests of arrogance,
to speak softly and not to...

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Sometimes life is the tragedy
of a fly, caught in a cobweb -
awaiting its fate.

It's happening again,
a child of summer misplaced
in the dawn of autumn's anguish....

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How many images can I paint more
than I’ve already done? Like nights moon-lit
or meadow-dancing? You - whom I adore -
in every love scene - you’re...

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Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why...

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Drowning in the oppression of darkness, 
adrift in realms of the unseen and unheard,
her mind becomes blank and blind,
plummeting without sound.

Loved ones watch helplessly, unable...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens

I have been calling you
Calling you back into...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in...

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There's a magic in snowflakes, 
yet their majesty is only momentary -

just like you, 
          ...

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When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest
I don’t want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed

So as I...

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