Poems about Suicide
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Poetry about suicide and suicidal thoughts, including poems about overcoming dark feelings and showing suicidal people that they are not alone.
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youngpoetdreams
Poem Published
Today 5:09am
Today 5:09am
Flesh
Split the flesh from the bone
Spilling blood, regret sown
To live life is so bold
Write me a lullaby to sing myself to sleep
Who would have known loosing you would cut so deep
Sever all ties from me, see what lies past our dreams
Float across time and space
Return to me when you find a new reality
But alas there is nothing past mortality
So you split the flesh
You love the sting when it's fresh
The stench of death
As you take a breath
You're coming down but you want to feel again
So you split the flesh from the...
Spilling blood, regret sown
To live life is so bold
Write me a lullaby to sing myself to sleep
Who would have known loosing you would cut so deep
Sever all ties from me, see what lies past our dreams
Float across time and space
Return to me when you find a new reality
But alas there is nothing past mortality
So you split the flesh
You love the sting when it's fresh
The stench of death
As you take a breath
You're coming down but you want to feel again
So you split the flesh from the...
#death
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 4:38pm
15th Sep 2021 4:38pm
The Beating Drum
We must adapt & overcome the humdrum beating inside
Letting no one or anything cause thoughts of suicide
It's cold outside, even in July, when sunshines plentiful
During bumpy rides we must rely on routes that are beautiful
Bountiful with picturesque scenes that are rarely seen
Journeying through muddy waters before ones clean
As we glean the means for persevering dark times
After witnessing an array of things that're heinous crimes
Letting no one or anything cause thoughts of suicide
It's cold outside, even in July, when sunshines plentiful
During bumpy rides we must rely on routes that are beautiful
Bountiful with picturesque scenes that are rarely seen
Journeying through muddy waters before ones clean
As we glean the means for persevering dark times
After witnessing an array of things that're heinous crimes
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#inspirational #suicide
#inspirational #suicide
21 reads
4 Comments
Scorpio
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 3:16am
12th Sep 2021 3:16am
Revenge
#love
#death
#suicide
#rhyming
#revenge
76 reads
8 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 8:20pm
9th Sep 2021 8:20pm
Doing?
I don't want people to know I exist.
I don't want anyone to see me.
They don't need to know who I am.
They don't need to see where I've been.
I can give them something to look at.
A bed full of erect knives, how about that?
A good long list of things wrong with me.
A death threat, if you're lucky.
Aw, what's wrong?
You wanted to know how I've been doing.
I'm doing nothing and I'm fan fucking tastic!
Aren't you!?
I don't want anyone to see me.
They don't need to know who I am.
They don't need to see where I've been.
I can give them something to look at.
A bed full of erect knives, how about that?
A good long list of things wrong with me.
A death threat, if you're lucky.
Aw, what's wrong?
You wanted to know how I've been doing.
I'm doing nothing and I'm fan fucking tastic!
Aren't you!?
#depression
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#despair
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 7:59pm
9th Sep 2021 7:59pm
NEW COLLECTION
As much as it isn't about money (obviously) it would be nice to have some monetary gain. Not one of my poems has ever been accepted for publication in a professional (that is to say, PAYING) capacity. The only money I make is from Amazon sales when I put the novels or collections together. And I rely solely on Word-of-Mouth to get my work out there. So...if you can't find it in you to PURCHASE my work, please at least have the kindness to share the links, As it stands, I have sold exactly ONE copy of the last piece, titled WILL. That's not going to help me eat, pay bills or provide my lover...
#sadness
#suicide
#books #support
#books #support
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 11:45pm
6th Sep 2021 11:45pm
(...)
(…)
They are without number,
That by the sea now lie
Forever ensnared in slumber
That by their own hands did die.
Dark fields ‘neath the lone, ill stars
I dared alone to tread
And in the valley of all scars
I found, self-slain, the dead.
On that strange and moonlit isle,
I traversed the poison lee,
Hoping and fearing all the while
That the dead would welcome me.
Their Plutonian whispers by night.
If ever I asked God for a sign,
I would see beyond the celestial light ...
They are without number,
That by the sea now lie
Forever ensnared in slumber
That by their own hands did die.
Dark fields ‘neath the lone, ill stars
I dared alone to tread
And in the valley of all scars
I found, self-slain, the dead.
On that strange and moonlit isle,
I traversed the poison lee,
Hoping and fearing all the while
That the dead would welcome me.
Their Plutonian whispers by night.
If ever I asked God for a sign,
I would see beyond the celestial light ...
#death
#suicide
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
29th Aug 2021 11:30pm
29th Aug 2021 11:30pm
No words
There are words for someone who has lost a spouse:
they are widow or widower.
We have a name for someone who has lost their parents:
they are an orphan.
So why is there no word for parents
who have survived the unimaginable—
the loss of a child?
And whilst acknowledging that there's a world of difference
between their experience and mine,
why are there no words to describe parents of a child
who has attempted suicide and come back from the brink?
I mean, I've done that twice— but I was grown;
my mother never...
they are widow or widower.
We have a name for someone who has lost their parents:
they are an orphan.
So why is there no word for parents
who have survived the unimaginable—
the loss of a child?
And whilst acknowledging that there's a world of difference
between their experience and mine,
why are there no words to describe parents of a child
who has attempted suicide and come back from the brink?
I mean, I've done that twice— but I was grown;
my mother never...
#teens
#motherhood
#suicide
120 reads
15 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
29th Aug 2021 8:25pm
29th Aug 2021 8:25pm
Death
Slain”
I will leave with the sun
When the day has begun.
With the leaves falling around,
Sightless and without sound
I will walk the farther shore,
Where my soul has never walked before.
And you may see me that day,
Even hear the words I have to say…
The sparrow’s heart may fly
Upon the breath of those who die.
The robin may sing from out her breast,
To all the damned and the blessed,
As shadows lengthen across the dawn,
When the light of my lantern has gone.
Between the gates of death and dreams ...
I will leave with the sun
When the day has begun.
With the leaves falling around,
Sightless and without sound
I will walk the farther shore,
Where my soul has never walked before.
And you may see me that day,
Even hear the words I have to say…
The sparrow’s heart may fly
Upon the breath of those who die.
The robin may sing from out her breast,
To all the damned and the blessed,
As shadows lengthen across the dawn,
When the light of my lantern has gone.
Between the gates of death and dreams ...
#love
#depression
#suicide #MentalHealth
#suicide #MentalHealth
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 11:28pm
28th Aug 2021 11:28pm
broken fingers can't hold hands in the rain
I dream of your dead lifeless body
and awake to sweaty palms
and a panic attack
wondering if you made it
through another broken night
You hold death on your tongue
like the promise of a good night kiss
and I can't hold your face
any closer
or further away
because it makes no difference
to the rain in your eyes
and I won't be the one
to pull trigger
You hold death on your tongue
like a knife
and I refuse to be mugged
by your sadness
when I can't save you
from the abyss you dug...
and awake to sweaty palms
and a panic attack
wondering if you made it
through another broken night
You hold death on your tongue
like the promise of a good night kiss
and I can't hold your face
any closer
or further away
because it makes no difference
to the rain in your eyes
and I won't be the one
to pull trigger
You hold death on your tongue
like a knife
and I refuse to be mugged
by your sadness
when I can't save you
from the abyss you dug...
#breakup
#suicide
#DomesticViolence
114 reads
7 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 5:27am
28th Aug 2021 5:27am
Abyss
Suicide is holding me by my hips, his body pressed against my back as he whispers sweet nothings into my ears, willing me to go with him.
I have tried to stay away from him for so long, and somehow, he is back.
And I am ashamed at how much I realized I have missed him, how much I have missed the heavy feeling of him upon my chest.
He was the first ever darkness to sink me into the wells of the ocean, the first ever being to see all of the parts of my soul.
He is calling out to me so sweetly, and it is so fucking hard to resist him and his intoxicating self.
I...
I have tried to stay away from him for so long, and somehow, he is back.
And I am ashamed at how much I realized I have missed him, how much I have missed the heavy feeling of him upon my chest.
He was the first ever darkness to sink me into the wells of the ocean, the first ever being to see all of the parts of my soul.
He is calling out to me so sweetly, and it is so fucking hard to resist him and his intoxicating self.
I...
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
116 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 3:48am
28th Aug 2021 3:48am
Into the Dark
Thought of parking my car to the side,
but no room.
Would have had to do it after work,
sometime after midnight, very soon.
Hopefully no cops would be guarding
my only way to kill the pain
(to kill the pain).
From my house to that overpass,
it won't be far.
Don't have a gun,
just some time
before I need to go
(need to go)
permanently
into the dark.
Hopefully nobody notices my
dried tears.
"Are you okay?"
Oh damn,
my supervisor knows.
But thankfully he don't know ...
but no room.
Would have had to do it after work,
sometime after midnight, very soon.
Hopefully no cops would be guarding
my only way to kill the pain
(to kill the pain).
From my house to that overpass,
it won't be far.
Don't have a gun,
just some time
before I need to go
(need to go)
permanently
into the dark.
Hopefully nobody notices my
dried tears.
"Are you okay?"
Oh damn,
my supervisor knows.
But thankfully he don't know ...
#suicide
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Aug 2021 6:55pm
27th Aug 2021 6:55pm
HOTLINE
Being with you
Is like breathing,
You said.
Don’t give that up baby-
It’s suicide.
Is like breathing,
You said.
Don’t give that up baby-
It’s suicide.
#suicide
#lover
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