Alliteration Suicide Poems | Alliteration Poems About Suicide
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Swaying through my life
Sang a sweet song.
Songs of affection,
Songs of challenge.
Simple songs of nothing.
Sweet nothings that mean everything.
Sang me another song.
Copyright © Andrea Torres | Year Posted 2016
My love I can not find you anywhere,
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere,
because you are my soulmate,
and us being apart can not be fate.
You did not leave because you wanted to,
It just was just something you had to do.
I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight,
and knowing you was the love of my life,
yet I would not make you my wife.
I know that's what you really wanted
and now I am feeling haunted,
by the things I should have done,
and you being the only one
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together.
But you are gone
and I can not go on,
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
Scars on her wrists
They never to seem to fade
This will be how it is the rest of her days
A broken record,
Still trying to force its self to play
What kind of life is this
A smile on her face
But secrets hidden deep
If they knew their opinions would change
"She's a freak"
All of those things they'd say
They'd wrap around her throat like a rope
Tugging and choking her life away
She stays hidden.
A record, broken but silent
Still trying to force its self to play
This will be how it is the rest of her days.
Unless she speaks.
How dare she speak?
Uttering those words.
To whom she speak?
To the people?
To the walls which upon she stares?
No one. No one is there to listen.
No one. No one is there to care.
Copyright © no name | Year Posted 2015
Life is like an everlasting
Testing us in both
triumph and torturing
Honoring the humble,
humbling the pride
Yet death have honored
Sometimes smiles change
Sometimes lives lose their
rename our names
Yet athletes faithfully
finish their miles
When we lose our loved
Is there a real reason to
still carry on?,
When we lose our
Do we still stand firm and
In pain people search for
We desperately try to
Several suicide attempts,
but ropes untie
Hurtful moments for
torture carries on at or
away from home
We seek death to find
Yet our maker
demolishes death to
show us love
We think the end is
worth the risk
Yet losing life quenches
Look and see
Surviving after suicide
Shows love beyond
borders a human eye can
It's thus a perfect
Hence i call it a perfect gift
by Anne Currin
Copyright © Godwins Piyo | Year Posted 2013
death the word is said to easily to be safe the letters fall out of my mouth as natural as saying my own name and yet i cant even speak at all sentences words letters get choked in my throat at the severity of my sadness it has destroyed me and built me back up this is me if this is true i wont be for long
Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013
Exuberant emotions abound as I pack siutcases...
Suddenly, the sonorous of my phone and doorbell sings.
Posh police stand outside with opulent badges.
Father? Suicide? I disengage into a desultory demise.
Tears truck down my cracked city cheeks.
Halcyon hallucinations haunt my deplorable grief.
Some cloaked in cynical attitude give me no sympathy.
My creeping crepuscular shadows lust to become dust.
I'm jealous of moon, for I feel in a penumbra prison.
Stalemate soul with visceral venom I cry for Father!
January 31st 2016
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016
I'm all alone
though everyone's here
I'm trying not to cry
'cause no one will hear
they're not going to listen
to what I have to say
because they don't care
they're all the same way
I have to do something
to end all this pain
that I've kept all inside
I'm going insane
this is all your fault
but soon you'll pay
and know how it feels
to lose me this way
I can't wait to go
and see what they do
when they find the note
then they can blame you.
Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2008