Best Tragical Poems
So tell me was your soul weaved from platinum gold, liquified hot, bold mold when cold.
Tell me was your soul seamed with blindfold string, piece by piece so effortlessly, spiritually free
Oh baby please tell me was your soul dipped in gleam, a bright white light beam, directly into your bloodstream
Don’t you see your soul fascinates me,
So old, uncontrolled water mold, where’s the threshold, how do I unfold all that you behold
So my soul is so full of grieve, qunderachieved, with a heart on my sleeve
What do you see when you perceive me spiritually?
My soul so bold, not dipped in gold but aged mold, so old, covered in coal, a dust bowl, Aurora circle
Maybe you can see my soul isn’t half as glistening clean, but still it’s a pretty mean warrior machine, buffering to sheen as I speak... could you trust me
Soulful, is so full, every inch of mineral, drenched gold, covered in steel wool, it’s beautiful, are we compatible, maybe my love is magical, or unfathomable, let’s not make this tragical, to be honest I’m a bit radical, maybe a bit unpractical,
But tell me was your soul weaved with platinum gold, liquified hot, bold mold when cold?
Categories:
tragical, beauty, crush, love, relationship,
Form:
Verse
I challenge you to a rhetorical
to prove me wrong else be unconventional
‘bout a problem that’s gone systematical
everyone’s so radical and cynical
once burnt all swear to now be rational
petrified to be poetical and get physical
relationships always problematical
they start off superficial hardly practical
usually nonsensical and contradictional
end up analytical emotional or psychological
enigmatical fanatical or plain lethargical
sometimes as wild as satanical
yet sure enough it’s almost typical
it’s really absurdly comical
the inevitable becomes the eventual
you go and fall and it’s unconditional
starts off all angelical and sensational
turns out illogical and territorial
often becomes tyrannical
immoral and unethical
then cryptical and diabolical
there has to be something remedial
it’s just too tragical
how we now prefer to be online virtual
we might as well be asexual
because there’s no sense being sensual
we’re all too freak’n skeptical
to believe in the magical and supernatural
do you have a comeback what’s in your arsenal
or are you just too visceral
or too darn busy being metaphysical
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted ton March 5, 2018 for contest QUICK FIRE RAPID RHYME sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
tragical, culture, freedom, grief, love
Form:
Monorhyme
LUX IN DOMINO
I am...
Jailed in the pain of this tragical bait
Each day, all day, as if death can't wait!
Suppressing my breath, my soul impaired
Unto this darkness, I'm alone uncared
Say God, please save me, I'm hurt, I'm scared.
God answers...
Chase down your tears my selfless child
Hold out those thorns, the pain is wild
Raise up your faith, let will, be strength
Into the light; a step shall length
Say not what fear, can do or fame
Tell all; what's great, this world, my name...
JESUS CHRIST
AUTHOR BY: ROLI OBRA
LUX IN DOMINO ©STATE OF THE VATICAN
A GIFT OF FAITH 2015 FOR POPE FRANCIS
PILIPINAS
"DO NOT FEAR FOR GOD IS WITH YOU"
Categories:
tragical, jesus,
Form:
Acrostic
Instrumental
Can't help but dance
Tantric romance
Beautiful and magical
But havin no lyrics is tragical
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Categories:
tragical, love,
Form:
Haiku
Alone with my thoughts pensive up on the rooftop
I am finally unequivocally at peace with it all
You’ll find a letter on the desktop
It’s all been said we need to finally move on
Deep down we both know old feelings are gone
And it’s much too late and futile now to be analytical
Seems so clear today from as high as on a mountain top
Rational feelings dissolving all dark thoughts so cynical
Take heed unless you want to find your stuff at the local pawnshop
There’s no need to get emotional and call the Pentagon
With blown-up doomsday stories of Babylon or Armageddon
We did our best there’s really nothing diabolical fanatical or tragical
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 19, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE L sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and May 4, 2018 for contest RHYME TIME 3 sponsored by LAURA LOO
Categories:
tragical, break up, change, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
a flightless bird too sore to soar,
for i’m a raven wearing pain-
fear begins a tragical war,
whispers from sated stars remain
i kept secrets until you died,
for you are the one i adore-
i tried to love you as you lied,
cried some more full of life’s abhor
my heart harrowing like before,
it leaks lament and doleful gloom-
torment on the bare forest floor;
for this enigma does consume
i need not weep for what is lost,
but learn the flight to heal much more-
i save no wealth- for there’s no cost…
restore what ravens can't ignore
1.13.20
Distant Refrains Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
Categories:
tragical, anxiety, metaphor, sorrow,
Form:
Quatern
Sometimes you can be insecure
Because it is the cure
Doubt is beautiful and magical
Doubt is mysterious and tragical
Insecurity compels you to search your inner being
It means liberating and freeing
So be sometimes doubtful
So you can be rightful
Categories:
tragical, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
I've turned to an actress regardless my will,
Life's poignant scenario brought me the skill.
Performing, I find the salvation
In changing my costumes and masks.
It keeps my true guise ever changing in turn,
The art of arranging's not easy to learn,
It's more than just bright decorations.
I've handled a difficult task.
I fear the thunder, still dance in the rain,
The gloomy surrounders claim I'm insane,
Not seeing the sense in its absence -
The actress is always to blame!
My tragical comedies last for a while,
Erasing the concepts "the truth" and "a guile".
Deceiving the evident essence,
I'm playing this innocent game.
I speak every language of pleasure and grief,
I've heard every rumor you spread and believe.
Well, I am the subject this season,
In fact I am proud of it.
I'm nursing the thought they keep talking of me,
Quite happy to seem a discover-to-be
For no particular reason
Except such a playful deceit.
Categories:
tragical, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Albert G Walpole, proud legionnaire
Clerk to the council for all of his days
Lived with his mother in Hartington D'Arcy
Nice little end terrace, quite set in his ways
But one Sunday evening, returning from church
This man of high values, a virtuous clean-liver
Was mugged by some yobs full of Shipyard pale ale
Relieved of his wallet and thrown in the river
This tragical brush with recalcitrant youth
Metamorphosised Albert from sweetness and light
Into neighbourhood champion, par-excellence
An enforcer of by-laws and everything right
A tweeded avenger, a man on a mission
To clean up his town and restore proper order
Got on his bike and patrolled day and night with
his helmet-cam synced to his Sony recorder
Keen vigilantes were quickly recruited
Chesty old buffers and ladies who lunch
Weaponisation was swift and effective
Tape-measures, note-pads and radar speed guns
Dog fouling, ball games and illegal parking
Were photographed, logged and reported post-haste
Wheeley bin contents were checked for legality
Closed circuit cameras cunningly placed
........................................
Alas, this account contains no happy ending
As Albert's Avengers are sadly no more
'cause one night in August the townsfolk rose up
And slaughtered our hero and three of his corps
In conclusion it seems there are differing views
As to what is construed as felonious
But one thing's for sure in this contrary world
It's not smart to be too sanctimonious
Categories:
tragical, adventure, conflict, farewell, goodbye,
Form:
Light Verse
Is the sky beginning to clear
Are these past years of heavy deluge ready to be washed away
Will a Normal life be finally presented to me
It is dark and Gray in my World of Today
Negative pessimism that continues to Stay
Once,the Light was clear and Magical
Pointing the way toward a Path less tragical
It guided me forward to a Destiny befitting
but,alas..I am walking toward the darkness and quiting
Nobody from around these Parts knows my Name
Why can the best of both worlds be mine-
without the fortune or her Fame?
Negative Feedback is mostly coming from my Brain
Well accustomed to our Fire as well as the rain
35 yrs of the -HIT hitting the fan
Trying to accomplish the best that I can
Still,though..Life's manure still hits me in the mouth
Lonely plus Battered,
The only Road that I haven't yet tried is pointing South
Mother lost me when the 13th year became an unlucky number
Foes of the meek & timid
Mock this Face whereever it may Smile or convey
Just some silly words,within the sound of my voice
TODAY
Growing up in the 80's
Reaching Adulthood iof the 90's
and finally,
the advancing seasons of this millienium
Who knows when the Silver Lining will be Mine
Frustrated and saddened by the World out there,unkind
Does the Lord desire to lift this Heavy Veil that I view
Every so often,my Moment may be Due
Again,I fear,though..
the Shadow of Dread
People who exclaim:HEY BUDDY,-UCK YOU!!
And nothingness returns
To taunt the Misery still within my head
I HOPE NOT..
Living is better than killing one self DEAD!
Categories:
tragical, angst, loss, sad, me,
Form:
The cold sky above me is crying
To meet my last day, one more story is over.
A wrist, razorblade - now I hope I'm becoming
The pain in your heart. In your mind, never sober
You'll see just a guise of me, bleeding so badly.
I'm dying in pain - that is what I have chosen.
And if you had been there, you still could have saved me.
You could... it's too late. Now I'm lying here, frozen.
A denizen in all the world, a denial,
My f---ing damned life has been nothing but battles.
This easy escape is the last of my trials,
And with my last breath your dark sky will be shattered.
My death is revenge if my life has been broken.
It's been a mistake - it's my debt to erase it.
I have no more reason to live - I'm forgotten.
My sorrow has come to the tragical ending.
Your life will go on in your cardboard castle;
You'll finish your part, and you'll join me in years.
My poisonous blood all your questions will answer.
Goodbye... I've got over the last of my fears.
(My death is revenge if my life has been broken.
It's been a mistake - it's my debt to erase it.
I have no more reason to live - I'm forgotten.
My sorrow has come to the tragical ending.)
And if you had been there, you still could have saved me.
You could...
Categories:
tragical, death, depression, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
LONELINESS
Loneliness is tragical
It kills faster than bullet
And subdue like an elephant.
Loneliness fears no one
It comes when we are alone
It is a room that is so quiet.
Loneliness bears a mark of Sadness
It might lead to Madness
If there is no desperate measure.
Loneliness makes one to do
Things he or she did not wish to do
Or want to go through.
Categories:
tragical, addiction, inspirational,
Form:
Light Verse
there's a certain kind of rhythymic beat
that can thunder in one's ears
As sunlight slips so silky warm
through freshly opened leaves
It's tragical and magical
as it causes tapping feet
One wonders how on nature's stage
The leaves fall where they may
But this is Spring and everything
is dancing here in May
Blossoms fall and through it all
Dame Weather skips and plays
and green eyed Spring
will have her fling
till lazy Summer days
posturing and postulating early morning Rain
attempts to dampen spirits lost
in chorus and refrain
But early birds had fat old worms
to help their souls retain
and gain a hint of satisfaction
and from the snails with slime wet tails
There is simply no reaction
In the seeding feeding crowd
Sun shines on Rain and in disdain
she huffs off in a cloud
helped with ease by gentle Breeze
who early morning rises
with the Sun who's just begun
with really no surprises
Natures green and sterner
when the Elements concur
but this is Season of rebirthing
animated birds and bees
one a teacher one a learnin'
Maybe Spring is envy green
I'd rather She were always seen
as envious of Erin
Categories:
tragical, nature, spring, green, morning,
Form:
There are piggies of The Woods,
there are piggies of The Sea.
Not all piggies are equal;
this is clear to me.
There are piggies who sing -
and they make a lot of noise.
There are piggies - stuffed animals;
it's clear they're simply toys.
There are piggies who are GLAM,
there are piggies who are DRAM,
there are piggies who simply are TRAGICAL.
But of all the piggies in The Piggy Universe -
Luna - The Moon Pig is most MAGICAL!
With the WIGGLIEST of tails,
and a heart that's full of LOVE,
LUNA - THE MOON PIG's
guided by the STARS above.
Yes, Luna's the piggy
with CHOCOLATE-DROP EYES,
and wherever she wanders,
there's a SHINING MOON on high!
There are piggies of a season,
when the summer is here,
there are piggies of the springtime,
when the flowers all appear,
there are piggies of the autumn,
when the tumbling leaves turn brown -
and piggies just for Christmas,
when Santa comes to town.
But, whatever the weather,
LUNA is THE ONE!
She's happy and clever,
full of OINKINESS and FUN!
So, I'd like to invite YOU,
without further ado,
to have a friend in LUNA;
she's here the whole year through!
Copyright, Suzy Davies, 2022. All Rights Reserved
Categories:
tragical, animal, art, books, character,
Form:
Rhyme
She has a fever.
I leave her dozing fitfully on the veranda.
Halfway to the woods there is a farm gate
where she will often squat
and piss.
The grass is brown, but still thrives,
strangely adapted to uric rain.
Paris the giant poodle is here,
his nose a rapier seeking past and present.
Several dogs from good families arrive
to vie with each other
in search of her ‘wherefore art thou?’
Tragically, Romeo (a bulldog neutered last week),
today plays alone
with his squeaky bone.
Categories:
tragical, poetry,
Form:
Free verse