Metaphor Suicide Poems | Examples
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I butter the toast as if it were a pardon,
its crust breaking under my knife
like a sealed envelope.
The coffee is bitter ink,
a confession cooling in its cup.
I swallow it fast,
as if speed could trick the executioner.
When I buy myself flowers
I imagine them lining a witness box:
petals trembling,
each one swearing I once existed.
I take long baths,
the water climbing like hours,
the body softening, rehearsing its exit.
Every errand feels ceremonial:
the grocer weighing apples,
the cashier stamping receipts—
as if recording my presence
before the page turns blank.
I buy the trinket, the sugared cake,
because why shouldn’t the condemned
glitter a little,
lick the spoon clean?
The hours leer,
their faces blindfolded.
Any minute the rope could tighten—
a phone could ring with pardon.
So I go on feeding myself,
scraping honey from the jar,
gilding my throat
for the last song or the first acquittal,
as though I might vanish mid-bite,
or else be called back,
my name suddenly rinsed clean
from the record.
Categories:
suicide, depression, extended metaphor, farewell,
The case of lynching vs suicide
A black man
Hangs
Lifeless
Silent
Eerie
The only sound
Is the wind thrashing around
As it surrounds
The black man
Screaming loud
Trying to get the man to make a sound
The wind howled
In pain
In agony
Watching as the whole town
Laughing like he was some kind of clown
The police never showed
In the report they'll label it as a suicide
For them case closed
Why they were part of the show
They think they'll clean up the mess tomorrow
And because they had all the power
They had the upper hand in this matter
They also had control so it didn't matter if they were murderers
Especially if their victims were black
No one would care if they were attacked
Except the black community
And the worst part is they couldn't have a funeral
Because they didn't just kill him, after they also burned his body
Even in death he had no autonomy
They stole the right to say goodbye from the family
And just like his body
They burned his story
Categories:
suicide, political, prejudice, race, racism,
I'm sorry that your love just couldn't meet
The expectations I laid at your feet;
I'm sorry that you climbed that hill so high.
I'm sorry that our love just had to die.
I'm sorry for the way I led you on
When I should have known I would be gone,
For all the love I wished to give to you
Could not be yours; no, we would never do.
I loved you from the start, but down you fell,
And though I would have followed you to hell,
I could only watch you trudge and drone.
Some walks, they say, you have to take alone.
I wished with all my might, the day I found
That you were just a body in the ground.
You didn't even care to say goodbye,
But left me here to mourn, so you could die.
I struggled once, like you, for deep within
I carry secret memories of sin.
You opened up the doors I thought were closed,
Only to leave them when you were deposed.
I'm not sorry for the choice I made,
Though truthfully I wish you would have stayed.
I'm sorry that the person I once thrilled
Eventually became the one I killed.
Categories:
suicide, bereavement, betrayal, death, lost
For some reason not even the earth could change my mind
The wind banging against my ears
And the dark night couldn't disguise it.
The oak trees could protest their judgement
And the ocean can keep wailing
But my ignorance can oversee it.
For some reason,there were more leaves than before.
The owls cries were easily ignored
Likewise, not even the doves were heard.
Reluctant, I had started to embrace the seasons
And with that, the leaves finally cleared
The ocean soothed
The oaks no longer croaked
For once
I felt blissfully unaware.
Yesterday everything was so loud
But tonight was so quiet
Even my mind no longer protested.
The only protests were the thumps of my very own heart
Even though the snow sourly embraced me
Summers' own spiteful touch lingered.
On that edge
A minuscule path of dying dignity
The seasons grew louder
For whatever reason.
And even in my bittersweet death
I was still nature's child
Caressed by mother nature herself.
November
Categories:
suicide, angst, grave, grief, mental
In a nearby village, a man unfurled his manifesto of machinations.
Shotgun blasts echoed the summit until he turned,
cheeks flashing in the biting cold.
A bouquet of flower petals,
explosive roses frozen in time,
sculpture at the snap of one’s fingers.
Categories:
suicide, art, dark, death, deep,
A conflagration rages within my being,
Looming over the tableau of woe at my feet.
Silken threads and ribbons tether their flight,
they opt for a divergent retreat from reality.
In a moment of frailty,
Taut sounds sway their desolation,
Erupt my apex,
at least their visage will be frozen,
Statues of their inner torment.
My molten core whirls,
Glistening like quicksilver as my fury solidifies.
The mountain sentinel,
Surveying the forest of self annihilation.
Refrain from visiting or it may cost your life.
Categories:
suicide, dark, death, evil, extended
Tick, Tock, Tick..
The pendulum swings back
And drains away
Another drop
Of my sanity
Tock, Tick, Tock..
The pendulum swings forth
And drains away
Another drop
Of my mind
Tick, Tock, Tick..
How long must I stare?
Until it all stops?
Until I am freed?
Until next time I’ll stand?
Tock, Tick, Tock..
My mind is a prison
Yet still, I can’t move
Not until it stops
Until I’m released
Tick, Tock, Tick..
Maybe if I died
The clock would stop ticking
I’ll finally be free
From this way I’ve been living
Tock, Tick, Tock..
But how can I die
If I can’t even move?
I can do nothing but stare
In the eyes of my captor
Tick, Tock, Tick..
I’m still so young
Why am I here?
Fixed on a grandfather clock
What’s happened to me?
Why must I keep hearing
Tock, Tick, Tock..
My mind is a prison
My clock is a prison
I long to break free.
Tick, Tock, Tick..
Categories:
suicide, 12th grade, depression, emotions,
My room was a mess
I left an empty plastic bag
on the floor, by the bed
And when I walked around
It stuck to my feet
And I shook it off
My room, still a mess
Plastic bag stuck to my feet once again
I shook it off, creating bother
But it remained on the same stop
Dirty room, bloody tissues around
Plastic bag next to my bed
It stuck to my feet, burden at it’s finest
I shook it off and left it there
And it waited for our next meeting
The floor in my room almost invisible
Drawing lines on my body
I drew what I felt
What I felt as the bag stuck to me
Disturbance built up in me
But it remained in it’s place
It’s habitat
Floor in my room almost invisible
Lines on my body
I used to draw what I felt
Now I painted it
And the paint dripped everywhere
And the plastic bag in my room
It had nothing to stick to
That’s when it could finally get away from me.
Categories:
suicide, deep, depression, home, mental
My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind
Will be the death of us all
How dare you think
Such a tragedy you are
See how you stink
Your flesh is weak
Your mind is a mire
What you have done
It’s yours to conspire
Wishing it will go away
Will not make it so
It will only end in tears, my dear
I’m looking for the way to the apocalypse
As this eclipse nears
The days are darkening
And that it’s a thrill
As we can stretch our wings n feast at will
But for you, it will only end in tears
I taste them, brine
Oh, what a thrill!
Your skin is sweet
Your blood is mine to drink
I savor your flesh as I devour your soul
Twilight is my hour
So don’t struggle so
You will only hurt more, n make you sour
Not much longer to go
Watch the moon destroy the sun
I’ll tear the stars from the sky
To see you languish in the twilight
So no more working for the all the mighty
I don’t give a…
Ah! so dirty a Mind
You are out of luck…
Tis' the death of us all
How dare you think otherwise
As it will only end in tears
MY dear…
Don’t you dare cry!
Categories:
suicide, allusion, anger, angst, art,
This poem is a metaphor about child abusers and abuse, bullying, and suicide.
The buzzards picked my bones apart,
the only thing left was my bleeding heart.
They buried me deep then dug me up ,
I guess I wasn't dead enough.
They buried me again and left me to be,
in pain I was left whilst my heart still bleeds.
I only wanted to be just me,
but the buzzards wouldn't let it be.
They gathered around to pick my bones,
I pleaded with God to take me home.
He scooped me up and made me whole,
and gave me wings as white as snow.
Categories:
suicide, bullying, child, child abuse,
My mind is laid bare its components
& functions are under your razor's gaze
To compare…
My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my blood, is dried into fine rust…
…drifts into the corridors of your inner mind
You are my cruciform…
You are the keeper of my secrets
all yours, to twist like a thorn...
My mind is spread out before you
deep, seeping past my wastes
into my domains…born...
My mind is lay forlorn...
its components…
Its functions are under your razor scorn
Categories:
suicide, allegory, allusion, angel, anger,
I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep…
I keep it clean, I can feel the scorched earth weep,
what have we done Dear God, this earth reeks…
are the Kings playing for the throne
as the destruction is nigh, the media alight
I can feel this misplace holy war
the suicidal tirade of adolescent apes...
Burning tribes living in turmoil
long are the days on this fleeting earth
the righteous are holy in immaculate rebirth
only to find a cinder of ash, cold at last
A faltering distant earth, holy are days
scorched burnt black, as attrition’s warfare
breaks this crust of a lost infinite earth...
I can feel it’s heartbeat, gentle rhythm creep
inside my mind, I can feel the blood weep…
I keep my thoughts intact
I can hear this scorched earth seep,
what have we done Dear God, this earth is bleak…
An Orange King is enthroned, as the destruction is nigh
I can feel this misplace holy war the suicidal, high.
Categories:
suicide, abortion, allegory, allusion, analogy,
I swallow hard the bitter tastes of your lips
I choke down your shards of hard lies,
External stains
I wonder why I let you into my heart
There is a wall you build with…
Thick ramparts and razor wire
You crush my dreams n schemes
My life’s desires
I swallow my pride
My life
I choke on the ashes and soot
I languish in this selfish hell
I conspire against the cosmic forces that be
I want to drown in the deepest well
I swallow hard the bitter visions of your eyes
I stand in the spotlight for all to see
A broken human of greatness humility
I choke down your shards of hardest fiction,
Eternity stains me,
Feeling it drain away leaving only
Skeletal remains…
I wonder why I let you into my world,
My realms you destroyed my reality.
I sink to the ground
Knowing the coming deluge wanting to drown
I choke on your shards of hard lies,
I am an eternal stain
I lie awake dream
Nightmares insane
Categories:
suicide, addiction, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Let me penetrate your abyss
and storm your walls of dominion.
Let’s rage against the dying
of the light bringer of night
and scream to creations seams as
we articulate something
if we articulate to no one. No one at all!
I know the chaoses coming deluge
Entombed in an earth like a nightmare
You were the only one I dare
I watch your eyes flare
Oh sweet chaos cover my ruined soul
Ashes from infinities
infernal fires, proclaim.
Entangle me in your tomorrows
Torrant Love affairs
And divide your nations
With my holy rod, I declare!
A thought so wild and rare let me trace
fire light in your face, reflected in the night.
Vast Valhalla a heaven on parade
All at war with DUSK
Coming of DAWNS charade
I feel it’s creeping darkness
This deepest of the grave
The loss of eternal Grace
Let me tighten your lace
Oh sweet chaos running in the chase
Drowned me in your eyes
Oh storms so abyssal and rare
Let me penetrate your oblivion, finite
Oh sweet damnation forever more I stare
Categories:
suicide, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Darkest heart a ruddy black
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion
Of volcanic hell frozen in place
As millenniums fell, a black so deep
It rivals your darkest heart,
A heart of obsidian black seeps
Fragile as obsidian a clouded frosted glass
No fire of passion or hate can crack
Forged in the earth's deepest depth so long ago
It died with your words sliced sharpest of all
Darkest Obsidian Night carved the wickedest
Blade, hearing the call, in the deepest of space ?
An obsidian blade the darkest of all
A ruddy black heart of hearts
Dead eyes, stoney deity, static
Blackest of black lost it vacant vacuums attics
The darkest night in the deepest hours
Lost in homes where shadows roam
Of volcanic hell frozen
In a place where falling stars showers
As millenniums to come, starlight
across my immortal face
A black so deep it rivals your soul…
Obsidian Obscura engines burn violently race…
Categories:
suicide, allegory, allusion, analogy, angel,