Suicide Bullying Poems

Sabali

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The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like Yah‘s word hit a...

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Pigeon Man Frank,
buried underneath the
morning fog coddling the
fractured arteries of
urban sprawl
which mill humanity
against civilization's grindstone

Pigeon Man Frank,
bears wounds of scorn
as a foul wraith that
dredges along...

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Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the...

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We Can Be A Light
Sal was sixteen when he committed suicide. 
A loving son and brother. 
You could count on Sal when you needed to...

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A remarkable suicide

Johan Borgen 
had an elegant pen and a charming story near his typewriter, but he was also a serious writer who deeply plowed...

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This poem is a metaphor about child abusers and abuse, bullying, and suicide.




The buzzards picked my bones apart,
the only thing left was my bleeding heart.

They...

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Joe Biden is a gambler
He’s got rune stones in his shoes
When he steps up to the table
He believes that he can’t lose
So, he places bets...

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As I write through the pain, this pen might as well be a razor blade
This sheet is sharper than a million paper cuts could have...

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Mine psyche riddled with dybbuk

Thru emerging adulthood awareness awoke
within noggin of average baby boomer bloke
catastrophization toward risk taking I evoke
positive growth experiences throughout vast
number of...

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Life has ne'er? been soft to my sensations
Intensely kind was none in relations
Looking buses for suicide on stations
Yearning heart wanting someone's temptations

Remembering my past burns...

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I remember yesterdays
                      ...

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Caring and The Job

The caretaker got out of the car. 
She went to the back, 
opened the door, 
and pulled her ward out too. 
He...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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