Long Poems About Suicide
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 3:07am
7th Oct 2019 3:07am
Where the sheep go to die
Cobwebs stretching from hanging metals dangling in the dinge of damp.
Dark is this room tainted of mildew and rot seen by the new owners eye.
Cold air welcomes itself crawling about skin in unbidden ramps,
plagued in generations of this shepherds town rumored as,
"the place where the sheep go to die"....
This, a haunted house once a chapel of despair, aged more than
a hundred in years, said to be rebuked and remembered in dark telling's from old.
Foreign smiles and local fears, whispers heard in warnings ears.
The time will arise from it's...
Dark is this room tainted of mildew and rot seen by the new owners eye.
Cold air welcomes itself crawling about skin in unbidden ramps,
plagued in generations of this shepherds town rumored as,
"the place where the sheep go to die"....
This, a haunted house once a chapel of despair, aged more than
a hundred in years, said to be rebuked and remembered in dark telling's from old.
Foreign smiles and local fears, whispers heard in warnings ears.
The time will arise from it's...
#lies
#betrayal
#death
#suicide
#curse
45 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 4:06pm
2nd Oct 2019 4:06pm
a modicum of spontaneous appreciation... of death(ly) blackhole's (re)birth, only in an undying search
staring
inadvertently long in nonchalance
at a surfacing dimension...
seem to lose
its all-so-till gathered -worldly
meanings & perceptions
dimming sudden
to an eerie switching off dark
blotch of gloominess
..of an unknown
blinding vacuum. (Fearful?
No, Why...
as never to carry
an ever-present shadowing swansong
of an apprehensible fright..)
surprisingly
turns out to be undoing
the ‘delusional' defining coordinates...
inadvertently long in nonchalance
at a surfacing dimension...
seem to lose
its all-so-till gathered -worldly
meanings & perceptions
dimming sudden
to an eerie switching off dark
blotch of gloominess
..of an unknown
blinding vacuum. (Fearful?
No, Why...
as never to carry
an ever-present shadowing swansong
of an apprehensible fright..)
surprisingly
turns out to be undoing
the ‘delusional' defining coordinates...
#love
#identity
#death
#suicide
#art
129 reads
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 11:08pm
1st Oct 2019 11:08pm
Naked, 67 yr Old Jailbird Tweets (without a twitter!) A Phantazy In One Part.
photo: "Alcatraz Avenue, Berkely, CA, 2019 " dkzkArtOfBadFotos
Trying (so intently) to avoid looking/sounding
like an idiot,
I fell into the craw of elderism's stupid being
snare.
First offender at 67 yrs of age, I'magine my
grinding grief of "the book I wrote"
regarding deceased, beloved daughter,
impulsed me to grab a nice chablis,
and take a dumb 2 mile road-trip. (I
consume alcohol most infrequently now'a'daze)
Clink went the cuffs,...
Trying (so intently) to avoid looking/sounding
like an idiot,
I fell into the craw of elderism's stupid being
snare.
First offender at 67 yrs of age, I'magine my
grinding grief of "the book I wrote"
regarding deceased, beloved daughter,
impulsed me to grab a nice chablis,
and take a dumb 2 mile road-trip. (I
consume alcohol most infrequently now'a'daze)
Clink went the cuffs,...
#hope
#suicide
#uplifting
#prison
#SelfWorth
105 reads
9 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 4:52am
24th Sep 2019 4:52am
Driven
Some people think that a deranged mind
can lead to someone committing suicide
and to a certain extent that is true for a few
but a person with their full mental faculties
chooses suicide in the cold light of the day
it takes careful planning and a lot of thinking
where, with what, when a date must be chosen
one needs to be careful if it's worth doing,.......
these are people who are crying for help
they're not cowards they have immense courage
but we have to deal with the "Why?"
people who are deranged are tortured
real or...
can lead to someone committing suicide
and to a certain extent that is true for a few
but a person with their full mental faculties
chooses suicide in the cold light of the day
it takes careful planning and a lot of thinking
where, with what, when a date must be chosen
one needs to be careful if it's worth doing,.......
these are people who are crying for help
they're not cowards they have immense courage
but we have to deal with the "Why?"
people who are deranged are tortured
real or...
#love
#kindness
#suicide #apathy
#suicide #apathy
124 reads
6 Comments
Spokentruth143
Sarah Flores
Sarah Flores
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 9:51pm
17th Sep 2019 9:51pm
A way out
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#LifeChangingMoment
101 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
The Things I Did
He joined the Marines at eighteen. A soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy and always friendly. Daniel was my neighbor for nearly five years. He had moved from the high desert to the suburbs of L.A. so he could be closer to his grown children.
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
#soldiers
#war
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
89 reads
7 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
1st Sep 2019 5:01pm
1st Sep 2019 5:01pm
Disappear
#dark
#death
#bullying
#suicide
#drugs
154 reads
11 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 10:05pm
31st Aug 2019 10:05pm
Bloodbath
I often wonder what it’s like
To feel hopeless, at the end
Is it this feeling that I have right now
Like my chest is caving in
I can’t control my breathing
I feel dizzy, my head spins
The swelling keeps occurring
Disorientation it begins
The medication’s wearing off
I take another dose
The clock tells me I’m late again
I take the pills and my eyes close
I think about the morning
Forgetting moments of the day
My body’s getting tired
And it’s time to sleep they say
Am I...
To feel hopeless, at the end
Is it this feeling that I have right now
Like my chest is caving in
I can’t control my breathing
I feel dizzy, my head spins
The swelling keeps occurring
Disorientation it begins
The medication’s wearing off
I take another dose
The clock tells me I’m late again
I take the pills and my eyes close
I think about the morning
Forgetting moments of the day
My body’s getting tired
And it’s time to sleep they say
Am I...
#dark
#death
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#MentalHealth
233 reads
21 Comments
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
29th Jul 2019 7:16am
29th Jul 2019 7:16am
Nihilistic Musings
I never understood why apathy was a cold body but in my reverie I came away with a sinking discovery
Against the feathers carried in the wind, I close my eyes
Sun nourishing my skin warming up against blue skies
But inside...
Faith lies as corpses stretched into planar lines
Their darkness coinciding with what was alive now left behind
Every one a victim of what made the whole machine survive
They ask us if we want to die or if we miss being alive
Are the dark stains on our soul a product of who we portray
If we...
Against the feathers carried in the wind, I close my eyes
Sun nourishing my skin warming up against blue skies
But inside...
Faith lies as corpses stretched into planar lines
Their darkness coinciding with what was alive now left behind
Every one a victim of what made the whole machine survive
They ask us if we want to die or if we miss being alive
Are the dark stains on our soul a product of who we portray
If we...
#loneliness
#suicide
#religion
#hell
#apathy
78 reads
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
24th Jul 2019 2:04am
Jane's River Swim Foiled
Jane's River Swim Foiled
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
She wears her best wedding gown. It feels right for her to celebrate the happiest moment in her life on the eve of our anniversary. I comb her hair not knowing her true intentions.
I serve the dish she so loves, okra, tomatoes, and brown rice. She takes her time eating to savor every bite. I wonder how we will spend the rest of our special night. We finish our dinner together.
“Take me for a ride, John. I want to see the river by Audubon Park” she tells me. We drive to the Mississippi River. “John, wait here and let me go ahead. I...
#love
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#suicide
101 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 5:49am
16th Jul 2019 5:49am
On My Back
#abuse
#MeToo
#suicide #DomesticViolence
#suicide #DomesticViolence
98 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 6:28pm
8th Jul 2019 6:28pm
Death Waits Only for the Rain
( Prose )
The summer’s humidity creeps the simulated sidings of the trailer home that sits in its rental stall on pilings at the below-sea level park near a train trestle towering over a flat, dry riverbed, silhouetted against the naked glare of a full moon.
In times past, long before there was a drought, heavy rains that came annually like clockwork would fill the riverbed with season’s deluge like an El Niño. It would cascade its banks, and had always caught park residents’ children unaware; playing too close with tragic results as the river’s path...
The summer’s humidity creeps the simulated sidings of the trailer home that sits in its rental stall on pilings at the below-sea level park near a train trestle towering over a flat, dry riverbed, silhouetted against the naked glare of a full moon.
In times past, long before there was a drought, heavy rains that came annually like clockwork would fill the riverbed with season’s deluge like an El Niño. It would cascade its banks, and had always caught park residents’ children unaware; playing too close with tragic results as the river’s path...
#death
#suicide
#rain
#summer
#lover
148 reads
8 Comments
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