Suicide. Poems - Poems about Suicide.

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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Facing my new reality can be overwhelming I am blessed to be the mother of two sons one of which is accomplishing great things here on earth and the other is in heaven I have always been proud of both of my sons, and of course, I love them both no matter what, but it is difficult knowing that my youngest...

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You never saw past the glory days of 17. Because you got sad and thought it a better idea to hang yourself from the ceiling fan instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs. Bright idea. Dimming the light of all the candles whose hearts and souls were trying to add light to your dark and dismal life. You were selfish to drop...

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ping! like pavlov's dog, i glance quick at my phone new facebook follow request. i click the account click! my rapist. it's been nearly 14 years since the first the time he laid his hands on me but i feel them like it was this morning. ping! his son liked my post on Instagram , are they working together? are they a team again? father and son, teacher and apprentice, master of none but...

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she was the victim of amplified suicide what does that mean? I asked Detective McBride She tried to hang herself first, he rapidly replied But the knot in the rope had become untied She took fifty-nine pills from a bottle which explains why her skin has a bit of a mottle she finally crashed her caddy into a bridge in the next...

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so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet. a (groaning) dread nobody deserves to muddle through, day after day; the loss of a spouse ...

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Black man, do you remember who you are? Before temples were carved from stone, before books whispered borrowed truths, you were already divine. You walked with spirit, not religion. You read the stars and the rivers, you spoke to the wind and it answered, you heard God in the thunder and saw His face in the lion’s gaze. But now— You kneel before foreign names. You...

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Death is to be my great enemy For in living I am to be The friend of life, and put to death That force that longs to steal my breath— Away! — away that hallowed hollow grave My ally, the stone that bears my name The one, oh would that I could fill That hole, that bowl of earth To swallow me down...

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What More Can Be Taken I came from a house where love never stayed, Where fists did the talking and kindness decayed. Where silence was safer than saying a word, And a child’s small heartbreak was never once heard. I ran to the bottle, to smoke and to fire, Chased numbness like peace, sank deep in the vile. Got locked in a...

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