Poetry competition CLOSED 7th October 2022 11:18am
WINNER
SweetKittyCat5
SweetKittyCat5
RUNNER-UP:
nightbirdblue
World Suicide Prevention Day
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem for World Suicide Prevention Day
Write a poem for World Suicide Prevention Day, which falls on September 10th. The poem should deal with the emotional impact of and circumstances relating to suicide. Your poem can be optimistic, sad, whatever, just please don’t be stupid and troll this thread.
At the end of the month I’ll open up the judging to a public poll.
For more information on World Suicide Prevention Day, see here: https://www.who.int/campaigns/world-suicide-prevention-day/2022
At the end of the month I’ll open up the judging to a public poll.
For more information on World Suicide Prevention Day, see here: https://www.who.int/campaigns/world-suicide-prevention-day/2022
Suicide ain't no solution folks
(This poem actually helped a few to rethink suicide and dissuaded them from committing it. So I like to post it, you never know who it might help)
When life
seems all hopeless
still don't you loose
all scope of hope
for there's
this thing
dangling
in the air,
Reach out
for God's sturdy rope.
For how
sure can
you be
that
death will
take you
to a better fate
What if [font=Verdana]
you are
plunged
into a
plight
much
worse
where there's no turning
back at any rate!
In times of trials and tribulations invoke Him
Or your chances of contentment remain slim
You too haven't been infallible and above all blame,
that you wish for a perfect rosy life
The excuses for suicide are usually so lame,
Better enjoy your share even so in strife.
Donot
friend, plan to commit this act
just to invoke another's pity and regret.
The pity and regret will come and go
Besides it soothes no decomposed,
and a large slice of your life
May lie in waste, your soul disposed
Why rush for thy grave,
It may further gloom.
Suicide's ain't a way out
fellow human friend.
Pray a godless way ,not send
you unto this doom.
You haven't right to bring
any life to its end.
And it's probable that all
those years
that you now wish to recklessly
discard in dust
have something bright ahead,
got to be a ray of
hope
Extinguish it not if in God
you trust!
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When life
seems all hopeless
still don't you loose
all scope of hope
for there's
this thing
dangling
in the air,
Reach out
for God's sturdy rope.
For how
sure can
you be
that
death will
take you
to a better fate
What if [font=Verdana]
you are
plunged
into a
plight
much
worse
where there's no turning
back at any rate!
In times of trials and tribulations invoke Him
Or your chances of contentment remain slim
You too haven't been infallible and above all blame,
that you wish for a perfect rosy life
The excuses for suicide are usually so lame,
Better enjoy your share even so in strife.
Donot
friend, plan to commit this act
just to invoke another's pity and regret.
The pity and regret will come and go
Besides it soothes no decomposed,
and a large slice of your life
May lie in waste, your soul disposed
Why rush for thy grave,
It may further gloom.
Suicide's ain't a way out
fellow human friend.
Pray a godless way ,not send
you unto this doom.
You haven't right to bring
any life to its end.
And it's probable that all
those years
that you now wish to recklessly
discard in dust
have something bright ahead,
got to be a ray of
hope
Extinguish it not if in God
you trust!
[/font]
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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Suicide’s Plight
Suicide
Unhealthy thoughts taking a free ride
Should I just keep walking by
Or write a poem for someone else’s mind to decide
There are so many people out there
Not caring if they have a last breath to spare
Not having remorse to no longer care
Stress, Life, Hopeless, down on luck
Not having a penny let alone a buck
You’ve had it to the point you’re ripping out your hair
Some people’s mind freefalling into thin air
A silent battle of the brain within
If I comment suicide no more problems taking me on a major tailspin
I know you are tired, worn out, and yes, from taking it on the chin
Think of a time when your life was soaring and then think again
Think of a time your life was going great, very good as it should
Starting first with memories of your childhood
During those times things were never misunderstood
Now you’re knocking your head against hardwood
Trying to figure it all out
Finding ways to keep your mental status up no doubt
Reminiscences that once stirred your heart
Mental breakdowns from the initial start
Unspoken anger now for the most part
Has the world now cloaked your brain in mental darkness
Allowing no one to reach you, oh, that concept sounds so heartless
We all have walked a mile in tight shoes
Dark storms of the mind from society abuse
Hanging on by a thread hoping no one judges your ruse
However, who gives you that sole right to choose
A word no one likes to comprehend win or lose
God giveth, not for man or woman to taketh away
As your life flashes you by as acting it out on Broadway
SOS, May Day, Wait, I think I’ve changed my mind
Noose has tightened to my neck, blood running from my wrist, sleeping pills have all been washed down
Stomach pumped, oh no
I really really never intended to go
Save me please
The next time I will ask for these thoughts to be removed on my knees
Paddles of life to chest couldn’t help
The third time it worked, yelp
As I lay still
No more turmoil to fit this earthly bill
Had I hung in, would this had passed, but still
There was always a tomorrow
Tears from someone else’s eyes at the expense of my sorrow
I’m on my ascending pathway
You will see the understanding of this self-demise revealed to you on Judgment Day
There will be no more words from you to say
When you’re dealing with the mental blues I know it’s not my call
I have to pass this insight of this universal protocol
I was ordained and yes, I want my Angel wings
Sent back here to say or do some strange things
All for a great cause
Under God’s universal laws
However, I will never know where you come from
Slow down, let’s talk, I may be able to tell you how to channel that raging weather, and then some
This is not a fad, way out, or words to get lost in
Surrendering your last breath is when your life truly begins
You think you are experiencing hell on earth now
Going up against God with the excuse I refuse to give earth my final bow
Trust me you shall reap what you sow upon its disavowal
No reasons accepted I thought this was my only way out from a mental drought
A shake of God’s head for an eternal lockout
It hurts if only you knew from the soul’s earthly remembrance to let it be
At the Pearly Gates begging if only you could see
Do not allow your mind to attempt to unlocked God’s universal mysterious
You can’t
Therefore, when you’re feeling down, pray, meditate, or chant
No one wants to come back here
And still adhere
To the same plan you thought for a quick escape
Accepting your fate again on this planet we call earth, denied until you reshape
Trust me that’s not a Heavenly debate
At any rate
You never get those moments in time to backdate
When in doubt, talk it out, take medication if you must to get you through
I know this has been tried and true
Just please keep this angle of view in mind
And allow your thoughts to naturally unwind
Channel your temple and leave the negative energy of your mind behind
Once you close your eyes
No more second chances to understand, the what, when, or the whys
Unhealthy thoughts taking a free ride
Should I just keep walking by
Or write a poem for someone else’s mind to decide
There are so many people out there
Not caring if they have a last breath to spare
Not having remorse to no longer care
Stress, Life, Hopeless, down on luck
Not having a penny let alone a buck
You’ve had it to the point you’re ripping out your hair
Some people’s mind freefalling into thin air
A silent battle of the brain within
If I comment suicide no more problems taking me on a major tailspin
I know you are tired, worn out, and yes, from taking it on the chin
Think of a time when your life was soaring and then think again
Think of a time your life was going great, very good as it should
Starting first with memories of your childhood
During those times things were never misunderstood
Now you’re knocking your head against hardwood
Trying to figure it all out
Finding ways to keep your mental status up no doubt
Reminiscences that once stirred your heart
Mental breakdowns from the initial start
Unspoken anger now for the most part
Has the world now cloaked your brain in mental darkness
Allowing no one to reach you, oh, that concept sounds so heartless
We all have walked a mile in tight shoes
Dark storms of the mind from society abuse
Hanging on by a thread hoping no one judges your ruse
However, who gives you that sole right to choose
A word no one likes to comprehend win or lose
God giveth, not for man or woman to taketh away
As your life flashes you by as acting it out on Broadway
SOS, May Day, Wait, I think I’ve changed my mind
Noose has tightened to my neck, blood running from my wrist, sleeping pills have all been washed down
Stomach pumped, oh no
I really really never intended to go
Save me please
The next time I will ask for these thoughts to be removed on my knees
Paddles of life to chest couldn’t help
The third time it worked, yelp
As I lay still
No more turmoil to fit this earthly bill
Had I hung in, would this had passed, but still
There was always a tomorrow
Tears from someone else’s eyes at the expense of my sorrow
I’m on my ascending pathway
You will see the understanding of this self-demise revealed to you on Judgment Day
There will be no more words from you to say
When you’re dealing with the mental blues I know it’s not my call
I have to pass this insight of this universal protocol
I was ordained and yes, I want my Angel wings
Sent back here to say or do some strange things
All for a great cause
Under God’s universal laws
However, I will never know where you come from
Slow down, let’s talk, I may be able to tell you how to channel that raging weather, and then some
This is not a fad, way out, or words to get lost in
Surrendering your last breath is when your life truly begins
You think you are experiencing hell on earth now
Going up against God with the excuse I refuse to give earth my final bow
Trust me you shall reap what you sow upon its disavowal
No reasons accepted I thought this was my only way out from a mental drought
A shake of God’s head for an eternal lockout
It hurts if only you knew from the soul’s earthly remembrance to let it be
At the Pearly Gates begging if only you could see
Do not allow your mind to attempt to unlocked God’s universal mysterious
You can’t
Therefore, when you’re feeling down, pray, meditate, or chant
No one wants to come back here
And still adhere
To the same plan you thought for a quick escape
Accepting your fate again on this planet we call earth, denied until you reshape
Trust me that’s not a Heavenly debate
At any rate
You never get those moments in time to backdate
When in doubt, talk it out, take medication if you must to get you through
I know this has been tried and true
Just please keep this angle of view in mind
And allow your thoughts to naturally unwind
Channel your temple and leave the negative energy of your mind behind
Once you close your eyes
No more second chances to understand, the what, when, or the whys
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Animal Addicted
"The primary job of the psychiatrist is to enable the patient to once again become an addict to life." -- psychology 101
*
The greatest of addictions yet is life,
the dread of dying still the daily fix,
the scars against the pains untold the strife,
the overdose the need to all pain nix.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain of existence
a revolving helios rhyme
september, 2022 -- "Life per se is good" yet a subjective declaration;
"Pain per se is bad" an objective Truth
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Lighting Up The Night
tucked her into bed then timidly grabbed my pack
cravin’ it bad so i smoke a third djarum black
and feel fkn disgusting, deceitful, disappointed
had to sneak around the house to the basement
then into the garage, carefully prop open the door
the whole place smells, there’s no going back now
she will know what i’ve done come the morning
i light up and stare off into the cold rainy night
intersection’s lit up by buzzing street lights
frogs are croaking, wind’s whipping through pines
at the top of the stairs, jostling wind chimes
and i imagine it would be a night much like this one
when i would be sneaking out of this very doorway
after grabbing both of the gas cans
and ensuring my bluetooth setting is off
so music doesn’t suddenly start in my car
then just like that, there’s no turning back
i drive quietly off into the dark
i don’t need a map
i don’t say goodbye
i’ve already told you
my last goodnight
leave you with my notes
pray you don’t wake up
soon enough to stop me
from burning up my body
and lighting up the night
you will know what i’ve done come the morning
Written by nightbirdblue
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Deja Vu
deja vu: I see you
glinting
from the corner
of my eye
shadows electrify
ignite
memories
recollections flutter by
as I’m
wandering
through space and time
I’m swept away...
scenes are dripping
vacant eyes are peering
cautious and leery
at painted canvas
stained
reminiscence stings
spilling into me
grasping at
imaginations
hieroglyphics of
impermanence
metaphysics
I wonder at
your meaning
dreaming
repetitious screaming
as a blade
presses into skin
splits
peeling open
crimson beading
I awake
but can’t escape
this haunting feeling
bleeding
damaged
I’ve breached capacity
silenced...
traveling offender
hindered
my psyche falters
relive it all for
an addiction
daunting
calling its puppeteer
and so it is
as I feared
a fervent fever burns
internal taunting
eternally concealed
suicide:
please beseech me
I am in need...
Written by nightbirdblue
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Solutions [Solve for X]
I feel ashamed; I have no dignity.
I have no personal accountability.
I’m a pathetic desperate kind of person.
Seeking external approval and validation.
I wasn’t given the tools to build character.
I was handed neglect and abuse by many figures.
Now all I want is to hide in the dark and wither away.
Just want it all to end; what’s the point in staying.
Overwhelmed by perceived chronic deficiencies.
Mental illnesses that disfigure and disable me.
Traumas define every waking moment.
Crystallized time keeps me frozen.
I’m exhausted by this endless existence.
Futility fueled by my own resistance.
Holding onto life by a razor thin thread.
Every fiber of my being wants to see me dead.
Voices of abuse eternally battle in rumination.
Provoking justice through bloody finite ideations.
Releasing fractions of pressure via self-mutilation.
I see no solution to fulfill righteous vindication.
Twenty years of cutting away at the equation.
Only brings me closer to fatal transfiguration.
Written by nightbirdblue
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The Day I Died [February 9th]
this house is cold and empty
but it wasn’t always so hollow
once filled to the brim of perfection
resembling a spiritual art show
my favorite aesthetic was bits of nature
but my collection, like me, was all dead
dried flowers, acorns, stones, and herbs
a museum of dreams once held sacred
in this room, I once again bled poetry
while still dwelling deep in the shadows
finally said what I had to say but
it broke open my psyche; insanity followed
no longer cloaked in the darkness
it had always been my shelter
to protect others from myself and
the secret of my personal nightmare
but the razors have finally won over
surgical scalpels are sinking in deep
to fight back is utterly futile
when there’s no fucking hope for me
and the worst fucking part of it all
is not me and my pitiful lack of will
but the fact that I know what’s to follow
it is [you] that my suicide will also kill
yet I sit here in this cold fucking house
not an ounce of strength left to live
crying the ocean of tears I’ve held in all along
fucking shredding every inch my skin
tell me, what the fuck was I supposed to do?
when all day and all night, self-loathing screamed
fifteen years have created a monster inside
a waking nightmare to kill every hope, every dream
there just aren’t enough rhymes that could possibly convey
why the story has finally come to this fatal conclusion
I’m so fucking sorry I ever found the Underground
only tainting this world with masochistic delusions
I cannot continue to live with myself
the dragon of despair has finally won
I’m sorry if my actions rip apart this scene
but it seems suicide was my fate all along
now I’ll go and get into the bathtub
polish off the vodka with too many Rx pills
listen to my favorite depressing songs and
become just another voiceless suicide statistic
Written by nightbirdblue
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The Grind
Wake up you’re just dreaming
Alarm blaring sunrise
Rinse off all your feelings
Settle in for the ride
Monday through Friday
From eight to five
Two or more hours
On interstate sixty nine
Eighty miles an hour
Clock in right on time
Plug into the system
Sacrifice your mind
Calculating equations
Breaching overtime
Forget about feeling
Just feed the bottom line
Five o’clock rolls around
Relief floods through your spine
Power down and unplug
Welcome back to your mind
All work and no play
Every neuron is fried
There’s a stranger in the mirror
Reflecting bloodshot eyes
Dependency awaits
Smoke away all your lies
Grim reality unsheathed
In a long heavy sigh
Keep quiet less they see
The cracks in your smile
Feign interest for now
Don’t hurt his pride
Don’t know how you do it
Without weighing suicide
But that’s our little secret
I know you just hide
I’ll find you in your dreams
I will make you cry
For everyday that you’re enslaved
You’re living a lie
Written by nightbirdblue
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un[speak]able
dust
swirls,
their specks
reflectively float
glistening amidst
morning sunshine
just like that day
before
these hands
joint-ached
wrists and knees, too
signs of an inevitable
and supposedly
of fall
fastly approaching
(or was it rain?)
when certain aches
warn
with their predictions
steeped of a particular pain
reinforcing the passage of time
i curse at the sheer audacity
of it's incessant march forward
(without you)
i think of laughter
and small intimate moments
unilateral, was despair
(unknown to me then)
as dense cracks
seemed to fuse
closing the depths
in an appearance
of repairing
intense words written
of exchanged ink
admitting dark realities
that bonded
sometimes
long conversations
varying
from harsh starkness
to lightly hushed
or intensely jovial
as hysterical yowls echoed
(even now, i randomly hear it)
tears of laughter
-o' those sounds of promise!-
left streaming,
streaming into
hurtful nothing
vastness that forever aches
and teams of guilt
pressed into
an abysmal unknown
left behind
echoes trapped within a horror
of those bargaining aways
intolerable regret
as a mind
asks over
and over
impatient for a reply
a fucking
definitive answer
demanding for it
still—
years later
silent pleas
into the cosmos and beyond
forgetting
that ghosts,
have no
tales
to tell.
Written by Bluevelvete
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My last walk
As I stepped off the building,
the world turned through 90 degrees
and I strolled past neighbours windows,
looking down inside their rooms
warm, bright, family life behind glass.
Vibrant with activity, sit down meals,
office workers greeted with kisses,
children fighting over the tv remote,
dog stretched out in front of the fire,
siblings giggling with bath time bubbles,
passionate couples arguing over nothing,
bodies showering away the days grime,
dad wrestling with three little monsters,
a lady near the ground floor even waved.
As I stepped onto the pavement
I said “my world isn’t too bad”
But I was walking faster than I thought.
I left the note under a rock,
so it didn’t blow away.
the world turned through 90 degrees
and I strolled past neighbours windows,
looking down inside their rooms
warm, bright, family life behind glass.
Vibrant with activity, sit down meals,
office workers greeted with kisses,
children fighting over the tv remote,
dog stretched out in front of the fire,
siblings giggling with bath time bubbles,
passionate couples arguing over nothing,
bodies showering away the days grime,
dad wrestling with three little monsters,
a lady near the ground floor even waved.
As I stepped onto the pavement
I said “my world isn’t too bad”
But I was walking faster than I thought.
I left the note under a rock,
so it didn’t blow away.
Written by Razzerleaf
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`
last words
if
you
died
roses
would lose
lustre
ink
would
run dry
songs
would
fade away
joy would
turn to grey
days
would drag
of sorrow
words
would stop
formation
imagination
would cease it's wonder
everything
would
turn to stone
motions
would stall
and slow
ache so heavy
would be
all I know
only
emptiness
and my last words
would be
what remain
forever
unsaid
.
.
.
.
if
you
were dead
if
you
died
roses
would lose
lustre
ink
would
run dry
songs
would
fade away
joy would
turn to grey
days
would drag
of sorrow
words
would stop
formation
imagination
would cease it's wonder
everything
would
turn to stone
motions
would stall
and slow
ache so heavy
would be
all I know
only
emptiness
and my last words
would be
what remain
forever
unsaid
.
.
.
.
if
you
were dead
Written by Bluevelvete
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