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