Poems About Suicide by Top Critiquers
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If at first you don't succeed, hide in the garden shed
A man from America convinced himself that he was dying of a transmissible disease and that he had already infected his wife & children. To spare himself and his family this terrible fate, he decided they should all die.
In the middle of his homemade crime spree, he called the police to notify them of the murder suicide in progress. He murdered each family member with a fatal gunshot to the head.
While waiting for the cops to arrive, he stabbed himself repeatedly, but found that he wasn't dying quickly enough. He then decided to hit himself over the head with a...
In the middle of his homemade crime spree, he called the police to notify them of the murder suicide in progress. He murdered each family member with a fatal gunshot to the head.
While waiting for the cops to arrive, he stabbed himself repeatedly, but found that he wasn't dying quickly enough. He then decided to hit himself over the head with a...
#family
#murder
#suicide
#fiction
#ignorance
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The Red
There we were
At the crossroads of life and death
Caught between misery and reaching into the beyond
Screaming at the top of my lungs trying to wake the dead
Trying to drown by drinking the oceans dry
But it would not be the end…
I felt the whip and belt
But the welts weren’t enough and so I asked for more
I put the knife into her hands serving a hard dose of truth
Wanting to spill my guts
Because I craved to see the red
Yet it would not be the end…
There we were
She was threatening a man who was riding a suicidal...
At the crossroads of life and death
Caught between misery and reaching into the beyond
Screaming at the top of my lungs trying to wake the dead
Trying to drown by drinking the oceans dry
But it would not be the end…
I felt the whip and belt
But the welts weren’t enough and so I asked for more
I put the knife into her hands serving a hard dose of truth
Wanting to spill my guts
Because I craved to see the red
Yet it would not be the end…
There we were
She was threatening a man who was riding a suicidal...
#anger
#suicide
#memories
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whisper
pain drips like a faulty faucet
it is incessant and irritating
droning on and on in the background
until it thunders in your head
drip
drip
drip
with a mind all its own the heart aches
it doesn't listen to reason
a maniac
it will send you over the edge
drip
drip
drip
it drones on and on
picking on your soft spots
until you agree with it
there is no other choice
drip
drip
drip
in death there is...
it is incessant and irritating
droning on and on in the background
until it thunders in your head
drip
drip
drip
with a mind all its own the heart aches
it doesn't listen to reason
a maniac
it will send you over the edge
drip
drip
drip
it drones on and on
picking on your soft spots
until you agree with it
there is no other choice
drip
drip
drip
in death there is...
#sadness
#love
#suicide
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the moth and flame
2 a.m.,
the moth
drawn
to the light,
knowing
it is
suicide
to kiss
the flame,
but,
his lover
is there,
waiting,
and
the moth
flies into
the flame,
the candle
consuming him,
the moth
lay cremated
on the
ground,
his lover
wide awake,
and still
looking
for more
kisses,
from
even more
sacrificial lovers.
the moth
drawn
to the light,
knowing
it is
suicide
to kiss
the flame,
but,
his lover
is there,
waiting,
and
the moth
flies into
the flame,
the candle
consuming him,
the moth
lay cremated
on the
ground,
his lover
wide awake,
and still
looking
for more
kisses,
from
even more
sacrificial lovers.
#love
#suicide
#nature
#admiration
#passion
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Is Suicide the New Sexuality ?
Or something ?
Fame sucks
Under the radar is Hot
The last thing I did that went viral
Kept me in bed for a week
Lucky I didn't croak
By my hand or hers
Fame sucks
Under the radar is Hot
The last thing I did that went viral
Kept me in bed for a week
Lucky I didn't croak
By my hand or hers
#suicide
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bottlecap: forbidden conversations
I'm probably going to take a beating
sharing these liquor saturated sentiments
always provided I don't wake up & chicken out
reflect & regret ever penning them
locking them in the absolutely not vault
there's a few in there...never coming up for air
but what the hell...
a bit of bottled attitude & my mind tends...to move
into some darkened cobwebby corners
touching things that slither into realms of taboo
so...let's give it a shot & kick this off
setting aside any religious beliefs
looking purely at basic humanity ...
sharing these liquor saturated sentiments
always provided I don't wake up & chicken out
reflect & regret ever penning them
locking them in the absolutely not vault
there's a few in there...never coming up for air
but what the hell...
a bit of bottled attitude & my mind tends...to move
into some darkened cobwebby corners
touching things that slither into realms of taboo
so...let's give it a shot & kick this off
setting aside any religious beliefs
looking purely at basic humanity ...
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#honesty
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Buttons
dirty ankles
skirt edges flapping
adding mud
on muddied legs
sloshing on water filled puddles
hurrying home
to prepare supper
but her thoughts were elsewhere
binding wounds
on bleeding hearts
one of them hers
the others, her children's
he didn't have to leave
he didn't have to dive
he could've hung on
until her strength
lifted him up
but he didn't
and wounded their souls
with his freedom
skirt edges flapping
adding mud
on muddied legs
sloshing on water filled puddles
hurrying home
to prepare supper
but her thoughts were elsewhere
binding wounds
on bleeding hearts
one of them hers
the others, her children's
he didn't have to leave
he didn't have to dive
he could've hung on
until her strength
lifted him up
but he didn't
and wounded their souls
with his freedom
#death
#suicide
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Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
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Bagged Escape
She traveled through existence shattered
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
#dark
#abuse
#suicide
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continental breakfast
Hemingway woke up
one morning
made breakfast
eggs,
bacon,
toast,
coffee,
orange
juice
and a side order
of shotgun
legends come,
legends go
whatever the
reason
it's as simple
as that
the toast must
have been
burnt
one morning
made breakfast
eggs,
bacon,
toast,
coffee,
orange
juice
and a side order
of shotgun
legends come,
legends go
whatever the
reason
it's as simple
as that
the toast must
have been
burnt
#secrets
#suicide
#LifeChangingMoment
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Time
Taxi’s, Twitter and Trauma
Are the words of my week I’m afraid
Thank god for time and humanity
For where would we be without them?
Time is always of the essence
And without humanity what am I?
Profound and enlightening experiences
Are what I can summise
Life goes along, a bird sings her song
And what can be for the rest?
One can never know as the world will still go
Until the end of time as we know it.
Are the words of my week I’m afraid
Thank god for time and humanity
For where would we be without them?
Time is always of the essence
And without humanity what am I?
Profound and enlightening experiences
Are what I can summise
Life goes along, a bird sings her song
And what can be for the rest?
One can never know as the world will still go
Until the end of time as we know it.
#suicide
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#TimeHeals
#philosophical
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The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
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