Tragedy Poems
Fifteen years
by Josh Lyndon
Fifteen years and I still hear your voice,
A broken heart, you made your choice.
Stand up and fight, you have to try,
Instead you chose to die.
White hot knife to the heart,
Your suicide tore me apart.
All atempts have failed,
The devostating ship has sailed.
I will never be the same,
Carrying my share of blame.
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It was like talking to a brick wall
by Randy Johnson
Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn't listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn't cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should've showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should've been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.
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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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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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Continue readingFastnet 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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Continue readingPeter 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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