Tragic Poems - Poems about Tragic

...Asleep in your life, deep in the dream, When will you wake? It’s not what it seems. Projecting, accusing, constantly afraid; Shunning salvation for the tragic dreams you’ve made. Then, witho......Read the rest...

...In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties, Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night, He wanders, a soul lost in the sea o......Read the rest...

...In the mystical realms where shadows waltz with whispers of yesteryear, Where the moon's silver tendrils weave through the fabric of the night, The man, the mad ape, traverses, a spectral echo of h......Read the rest...

... She was one good looking chick Straight out of Vogue, or a Spiderman flick Her back was straight, she had that glow Blonde hair, green eyes, healthy head to toe And she had a fixation, that fix......Read the rest...

...The Enchanted City of Dual Realms In the sprawling labyrinth of concrete towers and spectral glass, where skyscrapers, like ancient obelisks, pierce the celestial veil with unyielding ambition, se......Read the rest...

...Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceitful beacon, Authority tempts the shadows, alluring the lowest elements of our kind, Throughout history, humanity has been shackle......Read the rest...

...Roses are black, cutting is blue Maelstrom and hack, precise strike true Napalm burst fire, hollow chess piece Tragic this pyre, reaper scythe cease Plead cry beg scream, dying fashion Guil......Read the rest...

... One hour fifty-seven minutes and forty seconds to remember the life of a husband, a father, a man of faith who died at the speed of an assassin's bullet, swifter than the blink of an eye, and o......Read the rest...

...When the smoky quartz sun slumbers into a cold winter, we see the aftermath of a garnet twilight, it is then, we find rose stars that refuse to abandon us in shivering solitude, ......Read the rest...

...Tragic night in Sixty-Eight. Praise to my mother’s Underwood. Grieving fingers would not abate, creating a thesis for Masterhood, while cities burned with hate. Picture # 2 7/14/2024 ......Read the rest...

...In the stillness of a dusk filled with eternal sighs, I wander through the corridors of thoughts, where shadows whisper truths. The tragic spirit emerges, a veil of somber reality, That the world ......Read the rest...

...I abhor the forfeiture of hard fought and won liberty America - This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave. courtesy a local Indiana man, one name......Read the rest...

...Biting through strings on girlish giggles harrowing the echo of church bells; Overpowering with sweetness rolling in good times that tune foretells, Magick you always want to join in, tragic ......Read the rest...

...You were enchanted by the mystery, You thought it was love and pursued me. Been excited to discover every part of me. Touched me like a book, what an interesting story it could be. I am just or......Read the rest...

... I think about nothingness mostly these days My nothingness is not foggy and mystic Not demanding about the attires, undone Still dumped in the bucket, for reasons, not aligned in chorus All I......Read the rest...