Best Death Wish Poems
THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE - A SPARTAN DEATH WISH - 480 BC
300 Spartans or hoplites , the truly heroic
The loyal and totally patriotic,
Were ordered to fight to the death,
And To their very last breathe!
King Leonidas had to stop the Persian
Army and King Xerxes from capitulating
Athens, but these 300 strong
Were hopelessly outmatched, so wrong.
In addition, a traitor was lurking around,
Ephialtes knew he could find common ground
With Persia’s King Xerxes, Ephialtes wanted money
King Xerxes a conclusive win, a thought that wasn’t sunny!
Ephialtes, a Judas, told the Persians about the pass
To go around the mountain and surprise
The Greeks from the back.
Ephalites led them for he had the knack!
King Xerxes sent his 10000 “immortals” on this mission,
Xerxes himself put this mission into commission!
Puzzling however, is that King Leonidas knew,
The Persians were coming, yet ordered the hoplites to stay,
And the supporting army to go away,
Was this a deliberate act of self sacrifice, for an oracle
Appeared, which confirmed that should King Leonidas die,
And his honest, loyal soul soar to the sky,
Sparta would not be destroyed, and another interpretation
Was that King Leonidas wanted to give them time to escape,
Which they did. The 300 Spartans left fought
Bravely until each one dropped and they became naught!
And what happened to our notorious,
Traitor, Ephialtes – in Greek his name
Means nightmare,
Welcome nowhere, surely that’s fair!
The Battle of Thermopylae, the bravery of King Leonidas
Together with his 300, brave, strong and determined
Hoplites have contributed to a beautiful and rich history,
But the mystery
Remains, why did they choose to stay and die, instead of
Getting up to leave,
Abandoning families that would surely grieve.
The battle of Thermopylae took place in August 480 BC,
A great historical era, to which only the Spartans had the key!
When hearts get broken,
Real tears fall.
I sit there hoping I can show you all.
My heart's desire is all I want
Fight fire with fire; you'll be gaunt.
Time is essence of the heart
That teaches me lessons that tear me apart.
My thoughts lessen and I cry
You shouldn't be messing with me
I want to die.
A river forms behind my eyes
The love I once had for you dies.
Take the arrow, aim it straight;
Hit my heart and fill me with hate.
Listen up and beware:
My thoughts are churning
No, I don't care.
Time is shortening; you must hurry
Death is threatening.
My vision is blurry.
I hate to say this
And you I will miss
I wish I had one last kiss.
DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.
From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.
Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.
Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue
what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.
Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.
Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.
Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.
Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.
The way to go out:
Shot by a jealous husband
At ninety years old!
He did so many pain killers that should have killed a normal man
Eventually he did enough to catch up to him.
My Dad got him breathing and the hospital took over
Nothing was working in his own
He thought he was Superman and we all had to be at his bedside wondering
Then the doctor said to decide if it was worth taking care of a vegetable
I went to his room alone and yelled at him
How can I go on without my big brother, how could his son make it without his father?
Two hours after we got home he called and was fine
We thought he would be ok. Nobody knew of his death wish
But he overdosed time and again and made it
Then one day we were doing cocaine. Me, his partner in crime
After a while he asked me to watch him, he'd done heroin and wasn't sure if he'd overdone it
And I didn't believe he'd ever do that, go that far, so I didn't believe him
He fell asleep I woke him, he feel asleep again, I couldn't wake him
I lifted his head off his chest and heard the death rattle so I punched him hard in the chest and slapped him in the face
He turned blue so I got my father who couldn't find a heart beat and was ready to call the morgue
Mother insisted he try harder and he started CPR while she dialed 911
When the medics came to get him I told him what he'd done but they didn't find a hole for the needle
He snorted it I said. Not believing me they were gonna bag him so I called his friends
I told them again it was heroin so they gave him a shot of whatever it is.
They wouldn't let me be there since I'd watched him die.
Now he's alive but wishes he'd die. After so many times why?
He's got children who love him so much
He's my best friend and I do what I can
But there's only so much you can do when someone only wish is to die
My brother, god love him, has a death wish
A fragile mind breaks
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber
Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow
Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind
Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears
The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more
I wish to die with your arms holding me
with my head lying on your chest
being comforted by the warmth of your breasts
making my heart shout you are the dearest
I wish to die with your name being the last to mention
so that the whole world can know you are my miss
i wish to die with your lips being the last to kiss
because only then will i rest in peace
I wish to die with you being the last to see
so that i can take your image with me
in heaven or hell i will use it as my profile picture
and whenever i see it i will always remember
I LOVE YOU
What really makes patients gasp for air?
How far blaming poor oxygen’s fair?
Go right unto root’s core
And a ship comes to shore:
Hospital bills do have giant’s share.
Still deeper should ye pore,
Bleeding cause comes to fore:
Dearth of hope and death-wish of despair!
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Happenings |21.05.2021|
Poet’s note:
One might feel that a limerick form for a subject matter so serious like this is not quite appropriate. Maybe, but I feel: one should not under-estimate the reach of limericks, extended as this one is or not.
It is a moot question, how much our hospitals and hospices, especially private, care to do all that would sustain patients’ hope, and less said about their bills the better. In the absence of the lifeline of hope, the death-wish of despair sets in.
My death wish
Death may come faster
Than I expected,
Family,
I know I am nothing but a burden,
I can see it in your eyes.
Please stay away from my funeral
With your vial tongues
Your insane minds
and your want for attention.
When my death comes
Please look at my body,
See what you have done,
Years of depression
With illegal drugs in my lungs,
Alcohol in my throat
and scars all over my body.
As your mind wonders
Go find my father
That I've been wanting to meet for fifteen long, painful years,
Tell him I'm finally gone
and that he can burn in Hell for leaving me stranded for so long.
This may seem harsh,
But who said life was always pleasant?
Used and betrayed,
Alone an unloved.
This is how I see myself.
Everyday I struggle,
To make it further and further in this life.
I don't know how much longer I will make it.
This is how I feel,
Each and everyday,
Living a lie,
People see happiness in me,
When really this is all just a show,
I hate every little thing about me.
I really just cant wait till the day,
The day I finally die,
And all this pain is gone.
A death wish, a death wish,
it glistens in my eye.
A death wish so beautiful, I just dont wanna try.
It whispers my name, and holds my thoughts at night,
So warm it welcomes, everything feels right.
So now to all the haters, waiting for my suicide,
I guess you got your wish because
My tears run dry tonight.
And now to all my lovers,
Although I have so few,
Realize the truthful facts,
I stayed alive for you.
Now it's finaly over,
time to say goodbye,
Funny thing I'd feel the same on any other night.
Wind my brain,
Toy with my heart,
Drown me in sarrow,
Pretend i`m not here,
ou lie, you cheat, the pain you create,
A voice, a sign,
So long i await,
A cold steel scythe ,
Rusty chains and an old iron gate,
Patiently I was for god to choose my fate,
For help in life to find a happy place
My heart stopped winding, no more trace
Fuel is blood and mine has ran dry
Flashback, throwbacks no longer will I cry
No beating just bleeding on the inside out
It's over, game over the cogs have finished turning
No memory going crazy until my final drop
Stay with me, don't leave me, wait for my heart to stop
She likes to swim in fountains
Swallow pennies
Put plastic bags over her head
Or watch while her friend films one blowing in the wind
She rips the wrapping off CDs
With glee
And dances in circles during lightening storms
Or catches hail stones in her hand
She jumps in the back of the truck
And insists she'll never ride up front
Her ambition is to become a storm chaser
Or a firefighter or a cop
Anything dangerous
She wonders what it would feel like to be a shooting star
To crash to earth from the sky
Perhaps in her next life she'll return as a meteor
Or a comet
Burning hot, fast and bright
When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)
Death wish
Praying for cancer like a convict prays for parole, just blow out my brains and sell
whatever remains as poor white trash. I’d even accept kidney failure as a secondary to
the revenge you dished out. ‘You busted her balls and that was the last thing she needed’
I heard someone say in a dream. Revenge is dished out like desert filled with bacteria
that eats holes in your liver and works it way slowly to the heart. May-be this, may-
that, may-be, may-be, may-be not. You don’t even know me and you left me feeling not good
enough, not acceptable enough as a person. So come on grim reaper, why do you make me
wait.
By
White Trash