Tragedy Poems
Losing a Loved One
by Hemangi Mali
Lost in the world you left behind;
Why did God have to be so unkind?
Nothing is permanent,
What a cruel way to remind;
Not even the the ones we love.
Is there any possible way to rewind?
It came as a sudden horror,
Could it be God's terrible error?
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And If My Soul Is Crying
by Carl Halling
It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
I’ve let so many people down,
Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
I feel so failed and forlorn,
But is that really such a tragedy?
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My Name Is Horace
by Randy Johnson
In 1987, he starred in a movie that was called 'The Monster Squad'.
At a very young age, he died and went to Heaven to be with God.
Two other movies that he starred in were 'Home Free' and 'Dance 'Til Dawn'.
When he died of Pneumonia in 1987, it was hard to believe that he was gone.
He abandoned his acting career to study law before dying at the age of 22.
To die at such a young age is unfair and ridiculous, and that certainly is true.
[Dedicated to Brent Chalem (1975-1997) who died on December 9, 1997.]
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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Mockeries of Destiny
by Favilla Mayhearth
Islands of clouds stalk my white, loosely held destiny.
Underneath queen's ring lay pale skin and fragile arteries,
Weak pale queen skin to replicate my overall customs - me.
Proud to be a surface for character-characteristic mockery.
Atrophied I lay in my skin, as decayed veins beneath queen's ring.
I don't wear pearls, I am no queen;
Need no servants, not a queen -
I only seek light.
Up and about within this light, I'm sent into endless sandy rooms,
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When Grenfell Fell
by Sharon Morgan
Can you remember the day before the morning after?
When the clock kept ticking, the hours went by;
When your tasks were planned for the day;
Children getting ready for school
Parents getting ready for work
Families getting ready for holidays
Bills to pay, friends to meet, places to visit
Flats to clean when you have a flat.
Is it now a distant memory?
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What A Tragedy (Poem) by Christen Kuikoua
by Christen Kuikoua
Of what Importance is money
In a Disastrous World,
What is the point of being rich?
to live all lonely and be sad
What is the point of building a mansion?
to show Power & Wealth while your life is a misery
What is the point of having a million cars?
if you can drive one at a time
Why is the point of using social media?
counting your likes & views
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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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A Beautiful Mistake
by Nirav Khanal
The onset of our fragile bond was blissful, as could be
Oh, our ties seemed a certain divine symphony.
It felt like you were the wind that sails my ship,
The smile to my joy and tears to my weep.
The chorus that adds melody to my song,
Committing each other to take it long.
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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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