Suicide Death Poems

Done
by Dylan Williamson

I am done
I am finished
I haven’t won
As if I fished
And didn’t catch
Anything at all
But with this batch,
I am off call
I don’t want to,
Forever...

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A Certain Sadness
by Dylan Williamson

Time eventually becomes sad
With you becoming down
Even though it may not look bad
You will almost certainly get a frown
Sadness grows and...

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Love comes in many shapes, sizes and thoughts,
the love of flowers, things, our best pets.
Love may come as that special gift,
the one gift I have...

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Tomorrow's Yesterday

Changes are the hardest part of living. 
Just when you get used to things, 
good or bad, they become worse...
rarely better. 
Depressive as it...

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of...

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The Storm of Ages

I was given a taste of something... sweet. 
Innocence reborn a new, 
I... am... born... again. 

While some celebrate, 
others cringe and...

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File Number

364 was especially hard to deal with today. 
The worker made a check in the empty box. 
She used red ink. 

Wife beater, 
drinker,...

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Confused Miles

You...
are too far away. 
I live here and you live there. 
The world, 
smaller all the time, 
but still. 

Parts are on fire. 
Some...

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Numbers
by Dylan Williamson

Numbers , an intricate design
A metaphorical thing that troubles most
And they include many signs
The ones who understand these boast
Numbers flicker by quickly
Incredibly fast,...

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One More

Raise the curtain, 
I am ready. 
Let's write and read together, 
for hours without end. 
Dressing up in costumes, 
singing crazy shanties, 
or Round...

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Third Row, Second Seat

The empty chair at church has a name. 
It changes from time to time, 
but remains somewhat if not always, 
the same....

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A Blip Offering

I
we
they
and...

a show
a play
a picnic
an event

chaos
loss
grief
love
laughter

joy
connection
wisdom
truth

stranger
family
friend
soul mate

God


(free verse until it is no longer free...) 
...

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Resolutions each January I feel I must do.                 ...

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I navigate my computer,                     ...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Blip

This is a short poem. 
Not a long one like the rest. 
(not haiku)
This is about time, 
and saying a lot in a small space.
Updates...

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Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not...

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Wormwood

There is a place, 
in the middle of nowhere... now. (hushed whisper) 
It is hot and cooking,
and yet...things are green. 
Nature has taken back, 
what...

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Singing birds emerging.
Pretty flowers are blooming.
Rabbits are hopping.
In spring things start living.
Nests of eggs are cracking.
Gardens are now growing.

Written Date: 1/21/2020...

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No more poetry,
say it's not so.
How do I live not writing any more, 
no more words and stories to express.
No more rhymes,
to pass my time.
How...

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