Tragedy Poems
Rebecca Schaeffer
by Randy Johnson
She was very young when she was shot and killed by Robert John Bardo.
She starred in 'One Life To Live' and 'My Sister Sam' over 30 years ago.
Bardo had stalked Rebecca for three years and tragically ended her life with his gun.
Fans were forced to say goodbye to this great actress who died at the age of twenty-one.
[Dedicated to Rebecca Schaeffer (1967-1989) who died thirty years ago today on July 18, 1989.]
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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An Entire Nation Still Mourns
by Randy Johnson
One minute everything was fine but the next, everything went sour.
Terrorists hijacked some planes and attacked the World Trade Towers.
Because of those damn terrorists, 2,977 innocent people were killed.
They attacked the World Trade Towers which took six years to build.
Construction of the towers began in 1966 and ended in 1972.
What those terrorists did was a cowardly and evil thing to do.
The people who were born on that day are now adults legally, time flies.
An entire nation still mourns the loss of each and every person who died.
(I dedicate this poem to the nearly 3,000 people who perished on September 11, 2001.)
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An African's moaning
by Graham Ereks
Entombed in pregnant forlornness,
Entrapped in life's tiffs, lovelessness,
The living-dead man zombie-walked,
Overpowered by the wind, insulted by insects.
He saunters now and then, hither and thither,
Chatting with the trees, mistaken, every so often, for one non compos mentis. He zombies about, unaware of his deeds, super dead-ish.
Alive yet lifeless, he is but a living dead,
Fully alive, yet fully dead.
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Swim East
by Breanna Womble
west stars
corner bars
streets i went walking dark
with parallel peril
parked chevrolet
and dodge charger cars
we are the first to awaken
and since the crumble
the battleship
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Fastnet tragedy, 1979
by Mario Odekerken
De zee keerde om.
Niet plotseling,
maar met de trage woede
die alleen de oceaan kent.
Wat begon als een feest-
zeilen snijdend door zout licht,
bemannigen jagend op wind en horizon-
eindigde in stemmen
die stierven onder schreeuwende luchten.
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Fastnet,1979
by Mario Odekerken
The sea turned.
Not suddenly,
but with the slow violence
only the ocean understands.
What began in celebration-
sails cutting through salt light,
crews chasing wind and horizon-
endend in voices lost
beneath screaming skies.
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H.
by Jen Wright
How I wish for your touch,
Soft and warm,
Gentler than the breeze,
Lovelier than the sun
Kissing on my bare back
That one blissful afternoon in Bray.
How I’d lay my head down
Upon the undulating sea,
Let it swallow me!
Harsh and swooning,
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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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