Short Death Suicide Poems

Short Death Suicide Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Death Suicide by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Death Suicide by length and keyword.


The Suicide Note

My body I leave
to medical science
to prod and dissect 
to look at and inspect 

let's see 
if they can 
make more of me
than I ever could.
Form: Rhyme


Lupe Velez

Lupe Velez

It’s your beautiful ending.
It’s your careless sigh.
It’s the way that you ended,
Without a real goodbye.

(c)2023 Aa Harvey.  All Rights Reserved.
© Aa Harvey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Tale of Woe

Thy young maiden, Peck her Lily flower a shake. A brittle sound of break, Sobbing till tears make. Bare feet on wet grass. Alas, her life, soon ‘twill pass.
Form: Rhyme

Taken

Tender toes,
Treading tentativly,
Taking time, 
Trying tactfully. 
Tendons tremble,
Tension tightens,
Tilting, Twisting, 
Tripping, tumbling!
Terror. Trouble.
Touching totality.
Tomorrow. taken.

Brrexit

brrEXIT
by Michael R. Burch

what would u give
to simply not exist—
for a painless exit?
he asked himself, uncertain.

then from behind
the hospital room curtain
a patient screamed—
"my life!"

Originally published by Setu


Premium Member Love and Hate Domains

The foolish rules reign
Enemy kingdoms
Separating a 
Love that bloomed between
A king and a queen

Years passed leaving
Deep planted roots
Fueling a
Proscribed passion

Until one
Tragic day
Frustrated

Lovers
Tasted 

Bane

4-10-2016

My end

It’s always: “why do you talk so much?”
When I hardly speak at all.

It’s always: “why are you so careful?”
Because I’m afraid of the fall.

It’s always: “why’re you so dramatic?”
When I just need a friend.

It’s always: “Yeah she’ll be fine”
Until they see my end.
Form: Rhyme

Done

Done

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 nevermore
Nothing to do
Nothing to live for
So I cut the cord
With this last word

Written on January 13, 2020
Form: Sonnet

HUMAN BREAKDOWN



     Total freedom of expression
  that incites death, suicide,
     and destruction.
  it is not freedom, but terrorism...,
      subservience
       and slavery...
    it is not a thing of God...
  BUT RATHER A FAILURE...
   A HUMAN STUPIDITY!

Humanity collapse...

Make It Out

When you bleed is it red?
Or is it clear?
Close your eyes it's only tears.

Squeeze your grip, 
Make it fast,
Think again this wont last.

Pain does end dont let go,
Hold on tight,
Stay strong you won this fight.

Thanks dear friends,
You came through,
I am changed I am new.

Choose

Choose
The only way 
the final way 
the hero’s way
the cowards way
to give up
to sacrifice
the pain of death 
or the pain of life
the slash of a knife
the bullet of a gun
the jump off a tree
or the empty bottle
death 
life
freedom
pain
choose one
choose another
choose life
choose death

Guilty

Guilty!!! 

Guilt turns to anger then turns to stupidity!
 If it was good nothing would be wrong! 
If you had stopped he wouldn't be gone!
 You are guilty! Lives are ruined!
 Believe these feelings and make amends before it's too late!
 Chances are slipping away like the life that is gone.

 Guilty!!! -

Thank You For Killing Me

Rather be dead
            than be traduced for protecting kin

Prefer to be extinguished        
            than bedeviled for verbal truths

Better to be deceased
            than pen elementary ordure

Disheartened by
            mean spirits leading to my demise

Blood spilled
            on your hands

Premium Member The Blues

When you get
The Blues
like Anthony Bourdain

you have to
look at the
bright side

of things
in an attempt
to keep

your head
above water.
Think of all the

wonderful gifts
this world 
has to offer

that are free
for the taking.
The sights, sounds, smells

that make up a
tapestry of a
delightful life.

Lonely Death

Her breaths begins to shallow,
Her lips a shade of blue,
Her eyes nearly closing,
Her time on earth is through.

Her pain is finally over,
Her minds begins to clear,
Her soul is calm and peaceful, 
Her memories disappear.

She has a little smile,
As she takes her final breathe,
Her heart has just stop beating, 
Her silent lonely death.
Form: Rhyme

Smile

Yes I may smile
But after a while 
Maybe someone will see
This will never be me
Yes in fact
Its all an act
I am not happy
I am not proud
Im sad on the ground
Dying through a smile
Hidden on trial 
The struggle so big
But no one to dig
Me out of this ditch
Please someone tell me its a glitch
And I really may be 
One day
Me.
© Eva Bosch  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

It Was a Good Morning Until

Out of nowhere, there came
A banging from outside
A feeling of fear overcame
Me as I tried to hide
Then I heard my father's name
And I up and went to his side
And a little flame
Grew as I was alongside
What could have only been a game
Because they took me aside
And told me something of defame,
That my father committed suicide

Written on February 16, 2021
Form: Rhyme

A Close Call

Leaf I was that day as curious
As the winds roaring malign so furious
A better life awaits, all glorious
Deprived me of my senses, how spurious

Shuddering, my eyes sparked fire
As my feet choked in the deep mire
The haze got clearer
My life got dearer
The courage that I acquired
I began to retire

What was I?
A cavern to fear Death
Or a gallant to crave new breath

The Waves Cover Me

The Waves Cover Me

Let the waves crash over me
So their power sweeps over me
Pulls me into a world
A world that started a thousand miles away
Let me feel the coolness
As my body loses its focus
The pain fades away
As do my hopes, dreams and nightmares
The waves carry me into the unknown depths
With my last breath I know one thing
At last I can feel a peace I have never known

Premium Member Rain-Drenched Hair

As rain-drenched hair fell down her face
by tombstone where she sadly stood,
the storm clouds dark, time stopped in place
as rain-drenched hair fell down her face.
Her daughter gone without a trace;
why suicide?  Not understood
as rain-drenched hair fell down her face
by tombstone where she sadly stood.


April 9, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 1 - April 2019
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Form: Triolet

For a Mate

Always a smile sitting there with a grin
He was one of the team would back you right in
But behind the laughter there was real pain
You see it was the last I never saw him again

One night when it was too much to bear
He took his service pistol and ended it there
So the laughter has faded out and sorrow fills the air
Surely the question to be answered is help and not despair.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Reaching Out

From a lonely grave a broken heart reaches out  
Touches within my intermost being without a doubt

Did she not have any courage left within her grasp
A tiny bit to help her cling on and a small hand to clasp

Wondering for years what really happened back then
Accidental poisoning or suicide in the glen

Six days she lingered in agony's strong grip
Was she able to repent and leave on the gospel ship?

Form: Couplet

Sleep Dear Children, Sleep

I’m not sure I can go on, but I will try to breathe.
Sylvia Plath's last words

sleep, dear children, sleep
this world she can no longer keep
what life offers, I wish you the best
o dear children rest, please rest
the day awakens with a sigh
for this morning she must die
for her mind is not her own
this you will understand when grown
you will look to the stars and sun
o dear children your life has just begun

Do They Need Love

Why do they do this
Why must they leave
Do they need love
Wearing their heart out on their sleeve
I can't understand
I can't process it right
Do they need love
Seeing their life not so bright 
We should ask more questions 
We should get more involved 
Do they need love
This can all be resolved 
Please go to that person
Please go do it right now
Do they need love
Just go help them somehow
12-16-22, Friday, 7:04 am
Form: Rhyme

No More Pain

A handfull of tablets,a quick swig of drink,i lie on the sofa,awful things i do think..Why am i still here? Why do i suffer? Only place i feel i belong,is on the streets,in the gutter..No pount anymore,nothing to make me smile,ive been feeling like this,a very long while..I drift in and out,of a very deep sleep,i do have nice memories,of which i will keep...A need to let go,into gods loving arms,bathed in white light,no more self harm...
Form: Rhyme

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