Best Death Suicide Poems

Today is the day I have
chosen  to die,on the wings
of an ANGEL I will fly high

I feel I could have been 
better while I was here,
but on the wings of an
ANGEL,I will have no fear.

All my life I had to put up
a fight,but on...

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Paintings
         - Impression: Sunrise by Claude Monet (1840-1926)
         - Deer in Stream by Philip Goodwin (1881-1935)

 
Red sun climbs an impressionist sea
   climb

Boats and waves dance a...

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Water trickles on her wrists
Wiping away the blood 
Wiping away the pain caused by so many others
The voices in her head are screaming for her to kill herself 
Telling her to forget about the small amount of hope she still holds on to 
For that...

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The other night
I decided to paint.
I picked up the brush
and placed it on the canvas.
I closed my eyes
and took a deep breath.
I made a stroke,
very faint. 
I opened my eyes
and they grew bright.
Something inside me broke
as I released my pain.
To think about this,
How it started.
Who...

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What if you tried suicide
And by mistake you up and died
Would the demons laugh while God cried
If you were to take your life

If you think, things aren't running right for me
Do you need to step out that drastically 
Wouldn't it be better if you could...

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She was a pretty girl with long brown hair
But I just didn't want to settle down
I was honest with her because I care 
Went to meet her for the last time in town.

With teary eyes she said that she loved me
All she wanted was to...

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Why do they do this
Why must they leave
Do they need love
Wearing their heart out on their sleeve
I can't understand
I can't process it right
Do they need love
Seeing their life not so bright 
We should ask more questions 
We should get more involved 
Do they need love
This...

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She drew paintings 
many could not understand
Her body being her ever changing canvas
The cruel world her muse

She drew paintings
many could not understand
Her hands in constant use
ticking like a time bomb
Barrelling towards its last fuse
Leaving a gaping bruise

She drew paintings
many could not understand
NO one could confuse...

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sylvia

***this concerns several books I once owned.
Some were written by Rod McKuen, others by
Richard Brautigan, others by others…***

i discovered that words are  
like some decadent dessert
too small to cause harm but too big 
to have a second helping

in the margins of tattered books
were scribbled...

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To whom it may concern
Don’t be shocked what you are about to learn
In any case, this is a suicide note
The last thing on this earth I wrote
Just listen, I don’t need you to reply
As I briefly narrate, why I had to die
Life was hard, what...

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Broken promises
Makes noose
feels regret...

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I'm dying and I'm angry because it isn't fair,
and with my family, friends and loved ones this news I will not share.
It's hell for me to be going through all of this alone, but that is the cross I must bare.
It's my last gesture to...

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You told me you wouldn’t leave
You promised you would stay
But now because of her
You’re considerably far away 
You reassured me that you loved me 
That you’d always be by my side
But once she pledged her loyalty
You left and so I cried
Without you I felt lonely...

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You showed shock and dismay when I said....maybe my 50th is when it would happen. I couldn't deal with aging. I couldn't deal with death, yet again. I said how I would plan it...not to leave a mess behind for others to have to clean...

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Season of death plays her melancholic tune,
tragedy portrayed through a chorus of birds.
In regret, I ponder why you left so soon,
still mourning the impact of your last words.

Demons hid some pieces of your jigsaw brain,
lost in your black abyss, troubles began to form.
Alcohol, drugs and...

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