Suicide Poems | Examples of Suicide Poetry

The sky shifts slow, heavy with unspoken storms. Breaths come shallow— a tightrope walk on frayed threads. Yet inside, a quiet fire glows, rising through the cracks, refusing to be snuffed....

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Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get) Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?) Broken heart Finding out I was never a part... As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking) What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?) I start to hear a familiar sound My...

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I’m sorry I never fit inside the rooms you gave me. The walls bent inward, doors swelled shut, and I mistook silence for safety. I’m sorry — I’m sorry for every quiet collapse you never saw, for the teeth I swallowed instead of words, for becoming a stranger in the house you built. I’m sorry — I’m sorry for leaving them in the dark, for...

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Fred wed, Fred said My wife chose another man's bed Fred bled, Fred's dead He chambered a round in his head...

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I wake to the desert, talking to the wind; its voice is dry and muffled. Sand cuts my skin as I walk; nowhere feels like a place I belong to. The seeming figs glow like a distant fire. My feet are melting with every step I take. I lose my balance when I stride; I am surprised as the light darkens me. Flames...

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He sits in the back. Not because he wants to— but because he’s tired of being picked last when he dares to show up at all. You don’t see him. Not really. He’s there, though— in the bathroom stall during lunch, because his gut’s staging a protest. IBS, the silent screamer, writhing beneath his ribs like worms made of fire. They say, “It’s probably just nerves.” As if nerves...

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There is too much silence after death From the one who leaves and the ones bereft And the ones bereft are the ones who need The One who's defeated death and birthed belief A belief in Him (that's God's advice) Finds relief in Him our intercessory Christ...

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Out on the ocean drifting, alone Thinking about- "His long and wonderful life" But with every wave pain he endures seeps deeper While sounds of the white caps help him to forget The moon turns the tide to high before dark And so, he ponders; it's time...and he jumps!...

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With those who want to test the waters, and yet have no wish to get their feet wet, but wait to have their cake (and eat it too) handed to them on a plate, I will neither split hairs and pick nits nor reason or debate (or tear their thoughts to bits) so, if they're going to 'fly', (jump to a conclusion) either do it or don't, as Yoda said,...

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I once contemplated suicide, But only if I couldn’t have you by my side, Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life, Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed? Will you embrace me the way I’ve left...

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Tendencies to sense in me, The will to kill the self, Arise when I have thoughts to be, Another page upon this shelf. Book is but a tale unread, Besides by those of us who care, To share that which by them's been said, By those who've care'd to share. I'd rather be a page, Rather be word than figured form, Than have...

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I feel cheated angry overwhelmingly sad because my beautiful son chose to die and left me heartbroken confused and sad for the world because it lost a beautiful soul...

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I can feel it all burning down, the walls I painted in soft colors, the corners I swept clean for company— they crackle in silence. Instead of exploring other ruins, chasing ghosts in forgotten places, I should stop. Sit with the dust in my own lungs. Run my hands along the scorch marks I never let cool. There is wreckage here I never named. I’ve been walking...

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Digestion liquesces peppermint. I chew the leaves for both of us, an aftertaste when stillness is an afterthought. Dust gleams like the raised plastic on a debit card. Winds seem to bank and then burst through a window in a venetian blind-slatted sunshine; bars slit across you on the floor. Strangers make front entrances where shoes scuff the rug. The briefest, jagged arcs...

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(April 7, 2025) To new beginnings, A moment in time where we have an opening to try and start anew Every soul has dealt with yearning for a chance to redeem themselves What better way than to start in the Spring, How angelic it is when we see the leaves bloom and everything starts to look rich again. I for...

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