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Acrostic Suicide Poems | Acrostic Poems About Suicide

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Suicide

Simply
Understand
I
Can't
Ignore
Death's
Euphoria

Copyright © Joy Adderton | Year Posted 2013


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Paint

I can paint you a picture
In colors gay and bright
But my favorites are the ones
I make late at night
The tortured works of art that see into my soul
The ones that help me feel in control
The ones that help me cope with all that's inside
The ones that can help me say
Goodbye

Copyright © Shyla Contreras | Year Posted 2015

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The Pains of Night Without True Love

The ambient glow of the fireplace becomes hypnotic.
Home alone, always, without true love to snuggle me.
Each of many pains of night makes my mind neurotic.
 
Pathetic it may seem for a young and beautiful girl.
Alone again after years of searching; life becomes a whirl.
Incessant longing gnaws away at self-control.
Night brings its darkness to the weariness of my soul.
Satan takes a grip upon my sanity; I am no longer whole.
 
Oh, that I could find true love and live a life of joy.
Forever, I live searching, only to be someone’s toy.
 
Night without you, my true love, is a lonely curse.
If only I could find you, whoever you are, wherever you are. 
Grateful love, come; I beg you and quench my thirst.
Heaven is but a thought away…as is suicide.
Touch me with your warmth; Save me and let love abide.
 
Where is the dream that I dreamt as a child.
I never knew that the world could be so wild.
Today is just one step in eternity, but forever alone.
How can I face another day; I know not!
Over and over the thoughts circulate in my mind.
Utter self-destructions seeming the only solution.
Then, I fear the great and dreadful consequence.
 
To live eternity alone would be unbearable.
Reality visits at the break of dawn, briefly.
Underneath these fancy clothes lies a broken heart.
Each day takes me to a new horizon…until night.
 
Loneliness tortures me; at dark I am immobile.
Oh, the pains of night without true love destroy.
Vitality sinks into Satan’s sullen ship; sips sorrows.
Everything seems lost, but I pray for true love, tomorrow.

Copyright March 8, 2015

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Pain of Night
Sponsored by Tammy Reams

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015


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Suicide note , comp entry

Colour of the  rose that I left with the note.
reddened eyes reading what I wrote.
Instructions for funeral readings I want spoke.
my motives and reasons I quote.
suicides my option the knife to my throat.
one single crimson drop lands on my coat.
nothing can stop me now,  my depression had no antedote.


Very dark comp entry Its what came with Crimson 26072016

Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2016

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The Vacancy

Slowly my world shatters
Unravelling all around me
Inside my heart is 
Cold, empty, broken
I have fallen apart completely
Drowning in the waves of sorrow
Everything I once was is swept away

By Morgan Mise
Written November 13, 2012

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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Her Sadness

Heavy-hearted beneath your bridge with tides drowning
Eccentric beyond repair and never learning your lesson
Relief found comfortable only when you're frowning

Somber ruefulness contingent on your severe depression
Addicted to any mind altering chemicals; lost not found
Dastardly and wicked like a cowardly lion and a thief
Nondescript and lacking the ability to stay earthbound
Embezzlement of your felicity was your only relief
Sedated from tranquilizers and subdued from persuasion
Suicide found alleviation and refrained from confrontation


Date Written: February 25, 2016 

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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BLUE MONDAY

BLUE MONDAY

B ereft of life bequeathed wIth loss for ware
L ove cAme, then vanished, like it wasn't  THERE
U nder a Mask i Hide wherE no smile  IS
E ach day Reliving past Events long  STILL

M y inNer strength, it sEems, has lost all  HOPE
O Verall i'm at the End...of my Rope
N othing's Left for mE, but: 'do i or  DON'T'
D id hamleT still have anything to  GIVE
A gainst the torment lanGuished...he gave  UP
Y outh now is gOne and without love...so i !


1.12.2017©deborah burch 


Form: acrostic (with several messages
 acrostically placed within)
Theme: suicide awareness, hope

*note: bold not working so puzzle letters/words 
are in CAPITALS !!

*to fellow poet readers, please note this is for 
awareness only...I am fine;)

 

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2017

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Why

I sit here feeling empty. Physically, I am in this world, mentally, gone. No one in this world, really knows what I feel inside. I lay shaking, pure confusion as I ask myself "should I do it?" Selfish me for not staying alive, no one hearing the painful screams and fearful cries. God please- can you hear me? The constant whys. Take me from this world, end my cries. The bottle of relief sits in front of me, staring me down. Take the pills and all the pain will go away. It will all be okay. I am unwanted. I am replaceable. I am unneeded. Thoughts running through my head screaming at me as I slowly open the bottle. 1..2..3.. I am free.

Copyright © Makenna Burns | Year Posted 2016

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My Bad

M made me a monster, sigh.

Yellow bellied ego freak!

Brewed trickery tea inside my head.

Awakened with fail now pray

Drifting aimlessly, shamefully away.

Copyright © Richard Alan Wise | Year Posted 2016

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LIVING SUICIDE

Life it is meant be more than an existince
I know our life is never meant to be perfect
Visiting a darkness where i know i can hide
I know there are options which I can take
Never giving into the nightmare which I live
God i hate living the way that i do it my fault

Sometimes I lay awake thinking of options
Until I suddenly wake up in middle of night
I wake up and face the world in which i live
Choosing to live the way in which i chosen
Ignoring the option in which can truly help 
Deep down I truly hate myself for who I am
Existence it the life in which we live our life

Copyright © john doherty | Year Posted 2017

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LIVING SUICIDE 2

Life it'what we make so we are often told
It is hard when you hide it in the darkness
Viewing it from your own tormented mind
Isolating yourself so that other don't know
Not allowing anyone to know who you are
Giving up on life makes it easy yes i did it

Sometime I do give a glimpse of who i am
Until my own mood darkness want to hide
I placed myself where that I felt the safest
Choosing the way I'm it wasn't meant to be
Ignoring the friends who are always there
Deep down i know there are things i regret
Existing it is like borrowed time it not living

Copyright © john doherty | Year Posted 2017

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Bullets

Bullets

Bang! The cartoonish noise echoes Underneath those fluorescent Lights. Everyone is silent, even the Librarian, who is usually shhh-ing everyone Even though the bullet did not touch me, it Took me 6 feet under, where I could not Suffer, could not remember watching you take your own life.

Copyright © Avery Ken | Year Posted 2016

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Shows what one smile can hide

Shows what one smile can hide 
One girl who thought her life, was
Full of joy and pride, she could go 
Through life full of joy, pride and not
Smile her pain away.

She didn't know if she could stay,
She would pray every night for all
The tears and pain to go away, but
She thought cutting was the only way.

Then it got worse, she posted a picture 
On Facebook the comments were rolling 
In saying your worthless you don't fit in
She didn't know any other way, so she 
Chose the easy way.

It was too late the girl you all had hate on 
Was gone, she was as cold as ice, this poor girl
Took her own life, she's at peace now, her minds
At rest she's gone to the other side happy she's
No longer depressed.

                                                                              by Courtney Caven

Copyright © courtney caven | Year Posted 2016

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Suicide

Staring down the barrel.
Unsure i want to do this.
Its so selfish i think.
Caring not for others.
I lie myself against the wall.
Decisions, decisions i guess this is the end.
Eventually, somewhere i will find my mend.

Copyright © ashley roberts | Year Posted 2006

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Only Down

Here I am
Emotional disaster
Ruining what's left
Only going down
I don't want to survive
Nothingness

Copyright © steven starkey | Year Posted 2016

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Alphabetical Recovery

Angels and demons have fought inside my warring mind,
Battling between light and shadows in a penumbral bind.

Coruscating clashes of such a photon fury,
Divided myself into two, one calm, one worried.

Eight long years since I've tried to escape,
From astral beings arriving in emotional shape.

Gagged by this battle between light and dark,
How could I not snap in myself's bending arch?

If I might find the chance to recover,
Just mend the battle wounds, I might discover,

Killing the self is neither the answer nor way to,
Lose the chains of memory's traumas of truths untrue.

Maybe if I will myself to look forward,
Never again shall I battle what's backward.

Open my mind, oh universe, to hope yet again,
Please spare me of the sorrow and apathy I've been.

Quiet the demons of whatever negativity remains,
Resisting my will while holding me in pathetic pain.

Someday I will recover from these wounds,
Time shall heal with passing suns and moons.

Under the starlit canopy of the parchment sky above,
Veneers of viridian and vermillion views I'll learn to love.

When the age of depression shall be a prepubescent time when,
Xenophobic fears and self-destructive thoughts shan't ever be again.

Yes I shall recover from the battles between an angel and demon,
Zen shall then surface in a lucid and languid life of hopeful dreaming.

Copyright © Brendan J. Simons | Year Posted 2017