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Tanka Suicide Poems | Tanka Poems About Suicide

These Tanka Suicide poems are examples of Tanka poems about Suicide. These are the best examples of Tanka Suicide poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Tanka |

The very last cut

Do you see my wrists?
They cry blood when I do this;
Push the blade deeper.

Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014



Details | Tanka |

Notes on Suicide

A knife to my wrist,
A gun held high to my brain,
A noose with a chair,
So many ways to leave earth 
But still not enough reasons

Copyright © shane solomon | Year Posted 2011

Details | Tanka |

SKYWARD, THE ROPE

he does not have
size, nor age either,
and makes no sound
no hills up and down
but it goes through virginal campus
as beauty's devil big-head fool!

it really is 
a year
screaming
child, or boy
ah, very well invisible
no style


do not know
how
they can live so
watch it
love it
and still wondering it.
 

Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tanka |

Loved to Death

beneath the oak tree
a sapling withers and dies
shielded from the sun
sheltered from the wicked world
she swings from a makeshift noose

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

Ultimate defeat

Maddeningly cold
Screams of dying dreams call for
Pulling the trigger,
Ultimate act of defeat
Ending your own misery

Copyright © Davor Miljkovic | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

2:50 am - pt 2

2:50 again
you consume my mind with the
cold concept that if
it were not for me, you would
be so far, yet close to earth

Copyright © Madi Cook | Year Posted 2017