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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Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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Cursedvessel
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 1:52am
2nd Mar 2025 1:52am
Guilty bitterness
I'm supposed to be angry with you
At least that's what everyone says
Maybe i hold you in a light
Whilst sulking in the dark
How can I be angry
When it was my mistake?
I'm supposed to be angry for me
Constantly being reminded
That what you declared was cruel
But i can't help the pedestal
That i hold for you in spite
Of what you said
I make excuses for you
Create poems and art of you
Understanding why you spoke
Those ruthless words of fault
And accept the blame
With my...
At least that's what everyone says
Maybe i hold you in a light
Whilst sulking in the dark
How can I be angry
When it was my mistake?
I'm supposed to be angry for me
Constantly being reminded
That what you declared was cruel
But i can't help the pedestal
That i hold for you in spite
Of what you said
I make excuses for you
Create poems and art of you
Understanding why you spoke
Those ruthless words of fault
And accept the blame
With my...
#anger
#depression
#grief
#hurt
#suicide
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xthan
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 11:14am
24th Feb 2025 11:14am
Out on these lands
lets pretend
it's easy to face
sharpening ears
listening out for
every breath
they take,
lets pretend
it's easy to
swallow
when it
could be
their last
inhale.
it's easy to face
sharpening ears
listening out for
every breath
they take,
lets pretend
it's easy to
swallow
when it
could be
their last
inhale.
#LifeCycle
#minimalist
#homelessness #suicide
#homelessness #suicide
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Cursedvessel
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 4:39am
20th Feb 2025 4:39am
Weakness
Shining
Is the blade
Before me.
Glistening
For yours truly
So brightly.
Craving
The blood
It seeks.
Personifying
Oh so lustrous
Sweet melodies.
Suggesting
The freedom
From within.
Resisting
The temptations
I will not give in
Is the blade
Before me.
Glistening
For yours truly
So brightly.
Craving
The blood
It seeks.
Personifying
Oh so lustrous
Sweet melodies.
Suggesting
The freedom
From within.
Resisting
The temptations
I will not give in
#depression
#SelfHarm
#strength
#suicide
#temptation
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 12:40pm
17th Feb 2025 12:40pm
Treating Love Letters Like Junk Mail
She told the police on her boyfriend
They nailed him with a suitcase full of heroin
He was tried & sent to jail
She was paid in full, the money that she was promised for helping out
She moved into a nice apartment
After a while, she got some letters from him
He didn't know that she was the one that had set him up
His letters were full of declarations of eternal love
The only thing that kept him going was thinking of her each & every day he sat in his rotten, stinking cell
She laughed at the letters and threw them away
After a few...
They nailed him with a suitcase full of heroin
He was tried & sent to jail
She was paid in full, the money that she was promised for helping out
She moved into a nice apartment
After a while, she got some letters from him
He didn't know that she was the one that had set him up
His letters were full of declarations of eternal love
The only thing that kept him going was thinking of her each & every day he sat in his rotten, stinking cell
She laughed at the letters and threw them away
After a few...
#apathy
#heartbroken
#prison
#rejection
#suicide
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15 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 8:26pm
15th Feb 2025 8:26pm
My Reason
The sand felt warm under my feet
as I walked closer to the sea,
the waves ebbing and flowing,
an invitation to approach.
The first contact with water
was like a kiss from nature,
bringing life back into me,
to mend something it didn’t break.
The depths of blue reached my waist,
slowly engulfing me, inch by inch,
with fingers curling around my neck,
trying to squeeze life out of me instead.
So I let it wreathe around my body,
hoping to drown in its embrace,
to dilute the twisting ache,
to dull the...
as I walked closer to the sea,
the waves ebbing and flowing,
an invitation to approach.
The first contact with water
was like a kiss from nature,
bringing life back into me,
to mend something it didn’t break.
The depths of blue reached my waist,
slowly engulfing me, inch by inch,
with fingers curling around my neck,
trying to squeeze life out of me instead.
So I let it wreathe around my body,
hoping to drown in its embrace,
to dilute the twisting ache,
to dull the...
#suicide
#hope
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 00:26am
12th Feb 2025 00:26am
Precipice Trilogy
life is dangerous
when death is calling
and you chase yourself
to answer
death is dangerous
a seductive void
when life is giving you
too much something
Indecision
is one foot in the grave
oops, don't trip
when death is calling
and you chase yourself
to answer
death is dangerous
a seductive void
when life is giving you
too much something
Indecision
is one foot in the grave
oops, don't trip
#choices
#suicide
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9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 9:28pm
10th Feb 2025 9:28pm
What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
A woman pours gasoline all over herself and her infant child
She lights a match, and the two of them go up in flames in the middle of their playground in town
The reason...Someone asked the woman, "What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Sucks for her and her infant.
She lights a match, and the two of them go up in flames in the middle of their playground in town
The reason...Someone asked the woman, "What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Sucks for her and her infant.
#devil
#fire
#food
#satirical
#suicide
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15 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 4:47am
9th Feb 2025 4:47am
Vale America
I asked God if the American empire was murdered by an enemy.
He said, without a single tear in his all seeing eyes.
" America died by suicide not murder."
No further explanation was required.
He said, without a single tear in his all seeing eyes.
" America died by suicide not murder."
No further explanation was required.
#America
#suicide
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2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 1:13am
9th Feb 2025 1:13am
Ritual Memory
I wake in a place that does not know my name,
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
where the air is thick with lost prayers,
and the sky hums with voices I cannot place.
Somewhere, a flame flickers—
a beacon, or a warning.
I step forward, bare feet on cold stone,
but the earth does not answer.
Was I always meant to be a ghost?
A relic in a temple no one worships?
They dressed me in gold once,
offered their hands, their hymns—
but now, only silence kneels before me.
I press my palm to the altar,
its surface smooth, untouched by time.
A name...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#sadness
#suffering
#suicide
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:17pm
8th Feb 2025 11:17pm
The Net
Majestically spanning San Francisco and Sausalito
stands one of the world's most famous landmarks
and one of the world's most utilized final stops
Who are these infrequent flyers?
These sad and lonely diers?
Students
Teachers (believe me, I get it)
the jilted, the lonely, the ill
so many reasons
always one less
than reasons to live
Recently, a safety net was added
285 feet in the sky
Taxpayers are arguing about it
It's a concept they just don't get
calling it a waste of their money
to save just...
stands one of the world's most famous landmarks
and one of the world's most utilized final stops
Who are these infrequent flyers?
These sad and lonely diers?
Students
Teachers (believe me, I get it)
the jilted, the lonely, the ill
so many reasons
always one less
than reasons to live
Recently, a safety net was added
285 feet in the sky
Taxpayers are arguing about it
It's a concept they just don't get
calling it a waste of their money
to save just...
#responsibility
#suicide
#support
105 reads
6 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 10:28pm
3rd Feb 2025 10:28pm
The Steps (Suicide content Warning)
I stand at the bottom of the cliffs
A staircase winds up
Through the gorse and bracken
Its night, I'm alone, I can smell the sea.
Each step up brings me closer to the cliffs
Closer to the memorial benches
The rabbit nibbled grass
The rickety wood and wire fence
The sign warning of the drop
Up I climb
Rising closer to the top
When I am half way
I feel like turning back
I don't. I climb
I reach the top
Metres from the edge
The breeze from the sea is cooler up here
The orange lamps...
A staircase winds up
Through the gorse and bracken
Its night, I'm alone, I can smell the sea.
Each step up brings me closer to the cliffs
Closer to the memorial benches
The rabbit nibbled grass
The rickety wood and wire fence
The sign warning of the drop
Up I climb
Rising closer to the top
When I am half way
I feel like turning back
I don't. I climb
I reach the top
Metres from the edge
The breeze from the sea is cooler up here
The orange lamps...
#suicide
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