Short Euthanasia Poems
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Yes...
Silently conquering mind, as if no other options to bloom
Her dead brain body still breathing, while my heart pleading a big big
No...
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where we meet our maker to a balalaika
She
wanted
blessing for
euthanasia
family said no way
She
begged them
for mercy
to die quickly
one person faltered
They
made a
little pact
these two best friends
secret forever
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where we meet our maker to a balalaika
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia
It's a happy place very much like Fantasia
With pretty flowers
Singing songs by the hour
Where you meet your maker to a balalaika
EMOTIONAL APATHY
the highs and lows of a rollercoaster rectitude
dealing daily with emotions epidemic excursion
euthanasia- as our feelings inevitably we execute
apathy becomes our shield—a vacant void person
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
Abortion on demand and euthanasia
Life as sacred -- out the window
Police-free neighborhoods of guns and gangs
Innocents shot dead, no remorse, no pangs
Such desecration of Life is highly regressive
Why, O why, is it deemed 'progressive'
I took down the old oak tree
In my backyard
No more complaints
About fallen leaves and branches
But sometimes when I sit on the stump
Smoking my pipe
I miss the tree
It had become like an ancient grandfather
Who allowed me to perform euthanasia.
Form:
on wings of sand i fly
all the while, fading into a forgotten dream
on tears of night i choke
all the while, drowning in pure euthanasia
this hivemind has consumed me;
but i've never been so blissfully numb.
i'm breaking out.
desolate echo chamber.
pure euthanasia.
If only
I could color the darkness
nod and smile, understand it.
If only
I could squint and see my path
not beg
every breath to be my humane euthanasia.
If only
I could be less afraid
made of grander things
than the pebble that is my soul.
If only
I could burst the bubble I occupy,
instead of being
I could not be.
Is that an option I can have?
Moon walking on a night trip;
Sun dawns and the frame skips.
Nurse Springer and doctor Phil,
They're checking cheeks for euthanasia thrills.
Mind's eye is where the drama ends;
Commercial break, it's a cultural trend.
You can still coax music from a beat up drum.
You cannot fire peace from the end of a gun.
All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks?
Haters gonna hate, that's some truth ****.
The curfew of the liver - long gone.
The crowd - drunk, delusional, blank.
We were driving, standing still or worse -
both at the same time.
Howl time, bone time, penetration time
ticking slowly in shadows' breaths.
The war will never be over and
we finally get it.
A soul transplant,
an euthanasia of disfunctional dreams.
Do you still hear the crowd?
These mechanic voices of your mothers.
They whisper:
Shoot.
That’s not my elephant, this here’s Ella my wife
She claims the extra pounds came with her change of life
She now takes ballet, but watching her dance in tights
Sends chills down my spine and gives second graders frights
Her plate’s piled high with lasagna and spaghetti
Chowing down on our drive to the Serengeti
I think every husband should have a bill of rights
“Euthanasia,” I’ll plead, when they read her last rites
my afternoons as an old man are sad
the joy of memories
suffocated by the impossibility
to relive them
I don't know how many cups of coffee I've had
a bus runs regularly every hour
and nobody notices me at the window
inside the thoughts boil
so many dead friends muted my phone
the television I understand it as an enemy
the books are already making me sleepy
euthanasia is the name of that
what makes you calm in peace?
Potential Euthanasia law in New Zealand
Encouraging Euthanasia
Profoundly Eye-opening
Might encourage
All kinds of people
Who had never thought of it before
To accept suicide
Unclear if this law has been passed
A dangerous precedent.
Making suicide common
Making taking your own life
Acceptable
Desirable
Natural
Scary to me
What this could do
to a society
Where teenagers are
already casually killing themselves
He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.
Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.
On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.
There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.
SATISH VERMA
He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.
Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.
On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.
There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.
SATISH VERMA
We let no animals suffer,
Yet, humans seldom seem safer.
We let them die in stress
In search of death, painless,
Passive a mercy kill
Is cruel if not evil,
Pray, how long would justice differ?
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Happenings |06.07.2024| death, life, justice
Poet’s note: In India active euthanasia is not allowed. But exceptions can be made in certain cases as per Supreme Court. Yet, what if high courts fail to ponder on this exception despite medical advice?