Suicide Ode Poems | Examples
These Suicide Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Suicide. These are the best examples of Ode Suicide poems written by international poets.
Well its to no Surprise
It came down to my own demise
Before I could realize
The life that which I despise
Wasn't even mine
The rightful owner
Left it behind
Along with knowledge
That which can't be defined
A love so pure
And divine
Sadly lost within
the depths of my mind
Destroyed is my faith
Destiny's no longer mine
My strength and wit
On a steady decline
Portrayed by time
No longer do I care
If I live or i die
For I failed you all
this I cannot deny
So I beg of thy
please forgive me
And take me in stride
For this I swear
I really tried
what candle pressed against the wind
a winding trail unfolds
down the cliffside
into the storm
where a treasure lies to behold
a thousand jagged teeth
Peirce the roiling spew
a promise of paradise
the desperate never knew
and down the cliff should you falter
lose your balance and fall
in hopes of happy ever after
soon never after all
Ruminating beyond the sorrow that has invaded our hearts,
This we dare not but to nurture.
I've found a love, yes I've found it in its prime.
Not base on the frequent quest that all boobs are doom.
But for mercy has made me found.
In her eyes is the bubbles of love.
But that of Delilah I can't yet foreseen.
This our men have sailed to make their journey to hell.
And in failed fullfil promises their brides are gone.
This I can't do to her and being mindful of.
For no vow must be laid for uncertain future.
Had this our men do that no heartbreak will reign.
Hear me well my queen.
In all righteousness I'm done to rest my head,
On your breasts for a million years.
But we dare not question fate.
This most never knew that suicide is their worth.
Wipe the tears off your face.
Fervent prayers of the righteous avail much.
That we spend our gray as new found love.
© Olorunleke olorode.
I found poison sweeter
Than to be called Drinker's Mother
It was second time You came home
Caprenetoid and open buttons
When you came home like this at first time
I haven't slept that night
I was thinking and thinking
Where my nurture not went right?
I think you have forgotten
those painful and hurtful night
Yeah, you have forgotten
Your mother's all pain and tear
because of your father's bear
I have heard those torturous words
"look, Drinker's wife walking
there on the road "
I fathomed myself -
"If I am Drinker's wife
It's not my bloomer "
But, if I am Drinker's Mother
Ovio I am the offender
Now, I have no more power
to tolerate dual agony's shower
I am committing suicide
without espying your wife
Don't repeat my hellish life
with that girl
It's my last wish
Say NO, NO To Alcohol
27 December, 2017
you showed me love in my darkest hours
the best kind of love
beautiful love
stay up till 4 am with me, crying, love
asking me how i'm doing and being content with only tears as an answer, love
sitting on the floor talking me out of suicide, love
the love i've longed for my entire life
i love you
As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.
Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.
But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.
I often wonder
how Plath could have stayed
a year more longer
and
a million winters with fragrance of spring
would have embraced us
with
warmth of summer!
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
O possum, lying on the road.
Why did you leave your abode?
Are you sleeping or dead?
I see trauma, but no red.
O possum, did you look both ways.
Or were you blinded, by displays.
O possum, lying on the road.
I write your ending ode.
Were you sick, was this suicide.
Or were you pushed, in assisted suicide.
O possum, lying on the road.
To what is your death, to be owed?
One less creature, on this earth,
Your passing is not a dearth.
O possum, you did have such pride.
Know now, my soul deeply cried.
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No, not there! fly! fly away like the swift-winged bird;
When the hungry-eyed passion calls; follow her not!
Into those wild casements of her raped love;
Or to her irritant, militant temples of murder;
Go not by her purple-eyed lust;
No, be not in her fanatics lost;
Go away from her indolent bed of weird dream;
Roll not in those occident waves,
Either by the thick wood
Or the rushing tide;
Beware of the furtive eyes
Of lean young passion.
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Nor there! no, go not by the dreamy paths of suicide;
You shall in some solitary forlorn cells be! o follow not!
Into these wild caves of young paroxysm’s rove;
Old revulsion, or excess-eyed prowess; be tender!
Let not your soul in thought be so rapt,
That even mild secrets be wrung by craft;
Go by the streets with modest and bonny dreams:
Roll not in hemlock-winged swift winds,
Dwell far from weird mimosa-land,
And from the livid mood;
Be wary of the juggled words
Of cunning old passion.
I come into this world wanting so much
But expecting so little
Puzzling days revealing
That life’s a riddle
Getting played like a fiddle
Because many are ignorant
Slow at life
With a goal of belligerence
Constituents
Are becoming a nuisance
Telling sugar coded lies
When we know they’re translucent
We got a problem Houston
Celebrity suicide attempts
People are crazy
Even when it’s sunny outside
People are still shady
But it’s amazing
As result of my craving
I can still rhyme about
Someone else’s misbehavings
I haven’t said enough
But I have said plenty
My goal in life is to be
Immortal in the minds of many
Those fat and skinny
Those short and tall
Those young and old
I want to be remembered by all
Frequently asked questions
Of how and why?
I tell them I talk about the hidden topics
And don’t ever lie
Then I’ll never die
Even after I pass
I’ll live on in the mind
That’s where I’ll be located
And that’s where you’ll find
Me, myself
And a poet calm as weather
And that’s is how
I will live on forever.