Best Euthanasia Poems
Got such sharp pain in my heart,
feels like it will never go away
I'm dying on the inside,
sadness eating at my soul like a cancer
Boxes full of tissues,
empty bed is missing you
Toss and turn every night,
under the covers, I witness
my wasting away life
Shocked by your sudden disappearance,
traumatized by your mysterious vanishing
You made a move so unusually cruel ...
didn't even tell me that our love got stalled
at a relationship railroad crossing
This train wreck wasn't no accident,
to Occupant is where your Dear Joan got sent
Letter said embryonic love died with no name;
no need to cry, no one's to blame
Nine months later, I still ain't the same
I'm filled with shame, baby, only shame
If I didn't do anything wrong,
why ain't my health getting right
Simply put me out of my misery,
got the pox of tears since we parted company
Doctor says I'm in critical danger,
recommends emotional euthanasia
Painless injection to the heart,
gonna make all my hurt go away
Expected from you a sympathy card,
don't hold your breath my friends they say
Now I'm so desensitized,
can't seem to form feelings anymore
When I see someone who looks like you,
I just weakly smile and turn away
It's hard to distinguish blue from gray,
guess that's the side effects still pumping through
Should feel something, at least be a little sore ...
nah, no red eyes,
every tear duct is dried
What's the point in being alive,
when you have emotionally died
This little word
Well, this very long word
That's a tough topic to dwell on
I'd rather close my eyes
I'd rather close my ears
I'd rather close my door
But there is something called reality
Back in college people had their opinions and feelings about this issue
Lots of feelings and opinions
It was a tug of war
Both sides heavily armed
when i say both, i mean for and for not
Why should i say anything
About it
Knowing am human and accidents happen
Illnesses attack and the body cannot fight
Chronic or acute
I may be the one laying on that bed
Begging to be freed
Screaming to be allowed to sleep
No more tubes, no more shots, no more machines, no more diagnosis...
Just let it
Be
Natural
How do i feel
Just fear
I do not know, the future is scary
Things happen
The future is tender and sensitive just like the topic
You never know
Opinions matter
Seeing your pain crucially torments me…
You asked me to kill you with love and sincerity.
My hands could never be lethal coz I am your cure.
Left me no option but still quite so unsure.
You wear a ragged gown of despair,
Not too cozy to see your life so much impaired.
How long have you fought for this Black Death?
Days of agony just wasted all of your wealth.
Till end of the day I see your pain.
Am I too helpless to see you have nothing to gain?
Pills of remedy are ever too useless.
Magical potion is oddly so clueless.
Now I just have to end your long ache.
It hurts me bad but this is all you have to intake.
Rest and sleep my beloved oh friend.
Your uncured sick must all have to end.
A little dog is a gift from God
Meant only through life to trod
As a companion to solace our mortal
Frailties through love unconditional.
But loyalty exposes its fatal flaw
When devotion's bonds exceed human law
And penalty is death for an unfailing friend
Whose only sin was a duty to defend.
Hers was love of a kind not easily shared
Yet, fate cast her with one as unprepared
As I to provide the healing balm -
And failing - it is she must meet the calm.
My crying brings her to kiss away the tears
I shed on thought of her end. I live with fears
she consoles as if to forgive
What I must do and can never outlive.
On the eve of euthanasia 2011
PS We found a new home before this was necessary.
It was an act of purest love
That required her to kill him…
The bond between them was forged
Over so many years of going in the same direction –
Fighting the same fight
Siblings alike in manner
Muse and cause
Her eyes were like spear points
Spinning in carefully veiled compassion
He lay still as stone
Looking now as he once had before…
And her pride died in Angry Joy
Cold and sharp as a Savagely Elegant Sword
She knew this Blood Price must be paid
But the balance of things Lost Forever
Stilled her hand a few moments longer –
Favoring him with calm examination
She was at a loss for words
For there was no one to tell anyway
And once done would haunt her ever more
So with defiant resignation
And tolerant acceptance
She put it all together
And did what she had avoided for much too long
Her counsel cleared…
Against the bronze rose colored wall
A woman’s silhouette breathed –
Moved
And quietly pulled the plug…
I took down the old oak tree
In my backyard
No more complaints
About fallen leaves and branches
But sometimes when I sit on the stump
Smoking my pipe
I miss the tree
It had become like an ancient grandfather
Who allowed me to perform euthanasia.
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
Bill C-7 is a motion to expand medical assistance in dying (MAID) in Canada to persons with disabilities whose deaths are not foreseeable. Persons with disabilities are protesting that the Canadian government is proposing to offer medically assisted deaths to individuals without offering adequate social supports, housing, medical equipment, nutrition, and mental health supports.
After the pandemic is over
I don’t know if my troubles will be fewer,
or if my life will be valued,
as people see my life as a prelude
to choosing medical assistance in dying —
I don’t know why they’re trying
to imagine life in my shoes,
as something not worthy to choose.
I hope I will be okay,
and all the friends I’ve met along the way,
and we will have the help we need,
and not be stopped by ignorance and greed.
Just because I’m diagnosed with schizophrenia
doesn’t mean I should be worth any less to ya!
And just because I can barely walk
doesn’t mean you shouldn’t listen to me talk!
I don’t know the day I will die,
or all the tears I will cry,
but it’s not up to you to take my tears away,
and causing my death is not okay!
Why don’t you ask what I have to offer society,
instead of offering to put an end to me!
It is time to leave us now
In life of passage we are blessed with an unspoken connection
His destiny quivering in my hands as the decision lies heavy in my heart
Just one more day before we must part?
My eyes closed as I pluck up courage, reliving stories we created together
with the passing of the physical being, that bond is never broken.
His spirit stands in the morning sun a routine that left a patch of bygone fun
His crippling body can no longer keep up with his childish manor
It is time, passing on in a peaceful way
He left calmly knowing my love, soft touch, whispering praise
kindness embracing his slowing heartbeat.
One last deep breath in, it leaves slowly, like a sigh of relief
Goodbye dear friend, he left willingly under my command
he is ready to go
Goodbye to your body shackled heavy and cold to the ground
Goodbye to your free spirit, lifting in an unexplained haze
An unknowing journey, wherever that my go
A tear of relief falls to the ground, a quiet sob in a silent moment
the decision was made, we can sleep soundly now
Dedicated to a pony called Charlie, who was in his 40’s retired from years of being an RDA pony.
Written by Terri Everett
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
I sent an invitation to all my friends
to come and watch me die
I said, I know you may all be busy
but please at least try.
with the last breath our story is done,
but I hope we shall remain friends
our love should last beyond the grave,
though earth’s journey is at an end.
you may hold my hand or just look
but make sure you are there,
decades of friendship cannot be ignored
I know how much you care.
time has hurried past lanes of living,
some moments remain still in a daze,
that youth, my love, torments and taunts,
all that time lost in meaningless chase.
tears are okay but smiles are the best
when you come to watch me die
in passing we enter God’s eternal rest,
so please come friends, do try.
written 4/02/22
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where we meet our maker to a balalaika
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where we meet our maker to a balalaika
I was not ready
when the gift arrived.
Today I cannot share my laugh,
my tears
with you.
The debt of ashes
was climbing up.
Clouds outside,
clouds inside.
My room was full of friends.
Wind was coming in,
wind was going out.
And I was trying to convince them
about euthanasia.
What was I dreaming ? Mutation versus creation ?
Botox ? Somebody removing the wrinkles ?
Augmenting the breasts with implants ?
Black insanity ?
Death was another name of birth ?
Now I was transfixed :
Love birds were feeding their kids !
SATISH VERMA
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika