Lyrics By Michael McCoy
Written for the Rolling Stones Contest
Form: Lyric
"You can’t always get what you want,"
said Angie, in that style she loves to flaunt.
It isn’t what I want, you silly shrew:
the tumblin dice have told me what to do.
My fate’s decided, like I was Iraq:
That photo that I gave you? Paint it black.
I regaled you with the ruby, Tuesday night –
but that’s all over. This Olympian height
(the roof bar of The Rolling Stones Hotel)
is where I’ll jump from (tell them that I fell,
if that’s what you prefer). I will succumb
to gravity – you can’t say “Under my thumb,”
like in the past. You’ll think of something lame
(you Honky Tonk Women are all the same!)
Wild Horses won’t prevent me learning to fly.
And I’ll be counting down, as tiers go by.
Form: Verse
Venture to the death
Whether gain or loss; go back
Bring home the honor.
Form: Haiku
About Langston Hughes’ Suicide Note
My intention is not to offer an exegesis
We can all remember the kiss of Judas
Which of course was a death sentence
The twelve words of Langston Hughes remind me
Of the dozen disciples seated peacefully
Around Jesus for his inevitable sentence
I said too much already. The Poet’s temptation
Was heartbreaking and it caught everyone’s attention
About death, about suicide, about drowning
In the calm, cool face of the river, for a kiss, for nothing
Suicide is deadly serious; it is losing life, losing wellness
Everything forever. Depression is a serious mental illness.
P.S. Please read the twelve words of Langston Hughes’s poem.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Form: Rhyme
In solitude he wrote his final verse,
A mournful echo of a soul immersed.
"His Suicide Note," the title claimed with pain,
Life's early end, a tragedy ingrained.
No time for church, no prayers whispered low,
His faith questioned, where did solace go?
In fleeting moments, darkness held sway,
His heartache grew, consuming light of day.
But let us learn from this somber tale told,
To cherish life, our time on earth unfold.
For in each breath, a chance to heal and grow,
Embrace the love that grants our spirits glow.
Form: Free verse
I'm truly sorry, please understand,
But life's burden has grown too grand.
In shadows deep, I've lost my way,
Seeking solace in the night's dark way.
My heart aches with a heavy weight,
Yet this decision, my ultimate fate.
Know that I've battled, fought in vain,
But now, in peace, I must remain.
Remember me with love, not sorrow,
And cherish our memories, more tomorrow's.
For in the afterlife's eternal glow,
I'll find the peace I never could know.
For Sara Teasdale
Form: Free verse
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
I will never live a life as full,
Because my destiny is broken and shuttered in a
shade.
Torn and tattered are the strings I must pull...
I wish to die, For death I was made.
A good life I never had but turmoil and fear ...
Fear and turmoil, turmoil and fear every year.
And if the Devil will knock me down my feet;
What use is denial: So be it!
The tombs await me, dark and deep,
Calling for my endless sleep .
Promises I made I failed to keep:
Tombs of Sheol and Gaol;
Take me to your endless sleep!
Form: Elegy
Hi ho Hi Ho It’s off the edge I go…..
Form: Free verse
S U I C I D E N O T E
This rhythm is a tide
of blood oozing in sickly
veins to rainless bones;
stanza by stanza- clots
drip and stink.
This poem is music
to the winds,
to loose whiffs out
the window panes,
to hidden souls
afloat dark haze.
This poem is a suicide
note authored
by a depressed soul,
he heartened to
embrace the kisses
of the great beyond.
it is sin to read this poem.
Form: Free verse
All things have fallen to the wayside
And I cannot bring myself to go beyond the front door
The coffee table is messy with unopened mail
And haphazard cigarette ash
Dusty knickknacks are silent and undemanding
Each with its own place on the shelf
The past is nonsense, the present is nonsense
This life makes no sense
Breathe in breathe out don't breathe
Death is the only sensation ... cessation...
Form: Free verse
Her Suicide Note
She thought she was alone,
so she wrote a note,
and here is how it goes,
oh brother and mother,
The voices make me mad,
and the pills make me act bad,
oh brother and mother,
what will you do when you see this suicide note,
but what ever you do just know you had nothing to do with it,
and i know that it's tempting,
tempting to find blame in oneself,
but oh brother and mother,
don't take this in vain,
but i'm sick of the pain,
that's been laid on me,
sick of all the people,
the people who talk behind my back but never to my face,
sick of being pushed around,
sick of being the outcast in the family,
you might think i'v had a short life,
but that life to me was to long,
i know you have your burdens too,
so don't you worry about me,
that knife has been used plenty,
but never have i gone this far,
so listen up oh brother and mother,
this world was just to much,
i ain't one with the strength to fight it,
but oh brother and mother,
never doubt that i love you dearly,
cause oh brother and mother,
i love you??
and here is my suicide note
Happy Halloween Poets??????
Form: I do not know?
A note, a cry, a silent plea;
Don’t let it end in tragedy.
Don’t let it be a sad good-bye
That haunts me as cruel seasons fly.
Let all the dreams I shared with you
Be strong enough to help you through
Those painful times of dark despair.
Our hearts still beat as one somewhere.
I’m reaching out, ready to fall
Into the well. I heard your call
And lie awake, afraid to sleep,
My eyes too full of tears to weep.
A sense of dread, Hope hits the ground
As life becomes a desperate sound
And hours fill with emptiness
That can’t contain my deep distress.
I know that you’re too far away
For me to get to you. Please stay.
The loss of you would wound my soul.
No power on earth could make it whole.
Form: Rhyme
Form: Free verse
if this was a suicide note
i would say i’m sorry.
i’d fill the holes of my broken life
with flowery words on paper.
if this was a suicide note,
i would ask for forgiveness.
i’d beg that you wouldn’t think too hard
or be burdened by my passing.
if this was a suicide note,
i would spill all my secrets out-
like milk on a table.
i’d tell the truth
and i’d bare my soul that has long since gone.
if this was a suicide note,
i’d let you in.
like the children who long to return home once the sun has set,
i’d let you in.
but this is not.
so the holes stay empty,
the milk in its glass.
the children play on the streets in the sun.
and i am still here.
Form: Free verse
The deep wounds and scars of the past
The rigours and torment of the present
The blurry and scary pictures of the future
Like a stampeding Buffalo have destroyed my morale
Leaving me in the cave with the serpent of risky thinking faculty
With depression I have struggled
With thoughts of suicide I have wrestled
Guess it is time to gain freedom from this burning and tormenting pain
Guess it is best to end it all now...
ABSOL
Form: Rhyme
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