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 the wings
of an ANGEL I will be alright.
Things may have been better
if id'e taken time to pray,now
I am on the wings of an ANGEL
and I am going to be ok.
Please LORD watch over my loved one's.
Colleen Marie Bono
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 gymnopédie
time stands still
Doe and her fawn in a dawn reverie
they drink from a stream in their tranquility
They taunt me
whispers and shadows and vague silhouettes
still haunt me
Vainly grasping for words to explain
why?
Empty questions shed tears in the rain -
I don't know
Was there a season of darkness we missed?
A wave of emotion we somehow dismissed?
Au revoir, dawn
wondering how we will make it through
with our fawn gone?
//Dedicated to my Uncle Don and Aunt Betty whose son Andy took his own life at age 19
Lyrics may be sung to Gymnopédie #1 by Erik Satie
Gymnopédie - a dance of ancient Sparta
Impressionism - a movement of the late 19th century in both art and music with which Claude Monet (art) and Erik Satie (music) are most often affiliated//
Written 5 Aug 2022
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 hope is the only thing keeping her alive
She feels as if everyone around her don’t see her
They see her as broken, something that can’t be fixed
But everything can be fixed it may not be perfect
But it still holds value
In this case the value of a person’s life
Someone who didn’t deserve the way she was made to feel
She had people tell her ‘I hope you die in your sleep’
Or people saying she was better off in a coffin
These words she started to believe so after so many years of hoping she gave up
She gave in to the voices in her head
That night she went in to her father’s study and took out his handgun
She held it to her head and with tears streaming down her face she pulled the trigger
Her parents woke in a fright and ran to the study
To find her limp, cold body lying on the floor, hoping that what they saw wasn’t real
That there baby girl wasn’t gone
They blamed themselves for not seeing how much pain she was in
For not noticing her when it mattered.
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 knew their words
would spark something
this beautiful?
I fell asleep,
woke up
went to school.
I dare not show anyone,
I know what would happen
I know they would be scared.
I went home not telling anyone
That I wanted more art.
Darker and darker colors,
harder and harder strokes.
It's been four nights straight.
It's not perfect yet,
but soon,
my masterpiece will be done.
Then, maybe they'll miss me.
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 can all be resolved
Please go to that person
Please go do it right now
Do they need love
Just go help them somehow
12-16-22, Friday, 7:04 am
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 be by my side
Told her gently I wanted to be free
She went home and committed suicide.
The gossip mill turned said I was to blame
Why couldn't it have been me that had died
They expected me to bow down in shame
And would ask why I hadn't even cried.
Then some lowlifes tried to burn my house down
That was enough; I packed up and left town.
Written 11th September 2020.
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 keep
From doing harm to the one you call me
Doesn't tomorrow bring another day
A chance to better the come what may
A chance to act a chance to say
There's more to life that I can make
Suicide is not a step that's light
It's the short end of the rope, the snake that bites
The loss of the string on the kite of life
The mistake you make you make too late to find
It's the cowardly way in which to say
I can't make it through another day
Come what will, come what may
You need to live this life before it's too late
Because what you find with suicide
It's also the ones you leave behind that die
Where the demons laugh and God cries
When you can't take anymore and you take your life
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 nor refuse
Much less excuse
Her eminent abuse
Soaked and drenched in red hues
She drew paintings
Even she could not understand
She had nothing to lose
When the world chose their views
Hate was infused
And now she was gone too.
Broken promises
Makes noose
feels regret
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
Unable to move on
I knew that life would get easier
‘Cause it’s darker before dawn
I tried so hard, I really did
To forget how you betrayed me
So many years of marriage
And to think how you repaid me
What does she have that I don’t?
Did I ever do something wrong?
It feels like it’s been forever
Since the last time I felt strong
You left me in the dust
So cold and hard like stone
In all the years I spent with you
I never thought I'd be alone
I remember walking down the street
When our hands were intertwined
I remember the time of innocence
When I was so sure that you were mine
Your fingers entangled in my hair
Your kisses upon my cheek
Your soft breath upon my freckled face
That made my knees feel weak
You said that I’d recover
I just can’t help but see
You caressing her tender face
While I’m wishing it were still me
I feel the life drain out of me
Just as when you did leave
But I smile to myself as I go
Because it’s you who’ll get to grieve
As much as I am filled with hate
It pains me to see you cry
I wish you’d realized you still loved me
Before you saw me die
When you get
The Blues
like Anthony Bourdain
you have to
look at the
bright side
of things
in an attempt
to keep
your head
above water.
Think of all the
wonderful gifts
this world
has to offer
that are free
for the taking.
The sights, sounds, smells
that make up a
tapestry of a
delightful life.
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 abuse turned your life insane,
but your tongue was silent, battling the storm.
Sometimes I read the note you left behind,
saying you were sorry, but life was not kind.
If only I knew a way for time to rewind,
maybe I could have eased that troubled mind.
Guess you felt death would bring an end to the pain,
hope you found peace from a life you left in vane.
Silent One
27 October 2020
I lost a very special friend to suicide, on new years eve 1996.
It was not my only experience with suicide, but it was one that had a big impact on my life, because, I was the last person she spoke to.
Sadly, I did not get to her in time and she had already departed the world that troubled her so much. At the time, she was only 18.
For years, I struggled to come to terms with it, my coping mechanism was to blank it all out, suppress the emotions. But every new years eve, I would not do anything, it was my way of rebelling against it, I guess. I lived with regret. Sad thing was I never spoke to anyone about it.
I learned to deal with it through writing. My first poem about what happened was in 2015.
Some think suicide is selfish, but it is not. It is difficult for those left behind to deal with it, but we need to understand, people who leave the world in such a way, do not want to die, they want to end the pain.
Sometimes, no matter what we do or say, it may not help.
Always keep an eye out for family and friends, who you may think are feeling low and at times worthless. Many of us, at times, feel we do not belong.
Sometimes, the smallest act of reaching out could make a difference.
If you are feeling suicidal, there are helplines available in your country. Please call someone to talk to them. It could make a difference.
When we feel confused, oppressed, worthless, low, unloved, live a life without affection and understanding... Please remember there is always someone out there who loves and cares about you and will miss you so much if you are gone.
Sorry for the sad poem and thank you for reading.
( BULLYING )
Billy thompson got picked on at school, they always would take his money.
They would call him names like Fat Albert, and thought that it was funny.
Billy was angry so he told his mom, but she thought that he was lying.
He guessed that she didnt care, even though every day he would be crying.
This went on for many days, he tried to tell his teachers.
They said dont tattletale, that he had some stunning features.
Billy was mesmerized, he didnt know what to do.
He couldnt walk around all day, feeling sad and blue.
That Thursday was herendous, the name calling it just grew.
After school he got into a fight, and ended up black and blue.
His mother said he probably deserved it, you shouldnt pick a fight.
So billy thought long and hard, before he went to sleep that night.
He went to school the next day, he had a surprise inside his coat.
He wasnt going to get picked on any more, on the paper was all he wrote.
The bullies came as usual, and Billy`s face got read.
He pulled a gun out of his coat, and shot himself in the head.
Choice
1
Comes a time when all is said and done.
And there and then just turn and walk away.
When living is just no longer any fun.
2
And even if life was a race well run,
If it's at the end of a perfect day, why stay?
Comes a time when all is said and done.
3
As quality of life slips steadily away,
For every joyous ounce, a price to pay,
When living is just no longer any fun,
4
First pause and wallow in good memories.
Then with a soft chuckle, smile, and boldly say:
“Comes a time when all is said and done!”
5
Eventually, for all of us, it will come.
Despite desire the body will no longer Play;
When living is just no longer any fun.
6
Before dignity impairment is begun,
Will I face the inevitable? I may!
Comes a time when all is said and done,
When living is just no longer any fun!
Guilty!!!
Guilt turns to anger then turns to stupidity!
If it was good nothing would be wrong!
If you had stopped he wouldn't be gone!
You are guilty! Lives are ruined!
Believe these feelings and make amends before it's too late!
Chances are slipping away like the life that is gone.
Guilty!!! -