Suicide Poems

Popular Suicide Poems

An Almost Made Up Poem

by Charles Bukowski

I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it' all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I' not jealous

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Siren's Lament

by Author Reinvented

Oh brokenhearted one,
Has your soul grown weary?
Oh brokenhearted one,
Had the world grown cold?

Have you come the sea to engulf your lonely tears?
Have you come to the sea, to let the cold rest come?

Here, we will pull you deeper,
Deeper into the darkness

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Sad Knight

by Civl 12346

What would thou think of me tying rope to the tree?
With every strike mine own sword stabs back at me.
Perhaps I will let mine enemy pierce me,
For I can go on no longer.
Each day I sharpen and shine my blade.
And each day in its reflection I see myself fade.
If only the Fades could snip mine tarnished thread
And leave me strewn among the field with the other soldiers lying dead.

I look to the heavens; may He guide me.

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The Wind On The Ledge

by Chloe Foster

The wind scatters her hair,
The fragile fabric of her shirt clings to her back.
The wind attempts to push her forward,
As her crowded and crammed mind begins to retract.

Trapped in a memory,
Existing in the exhausting grasp of the past,
Her world; wrapped up in a few moments,
A box of trauma and pain that has yet to pass.

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Fifteen years

by Josh Lyndon

Fifteen years and I still hear your voice,
A broken heart, you made your choice.
Stand up and fight, you have to try,
Instead you chose to die.
White hot knife to the heart,
Your suicide tore me apart.
All atempts have failed,
The devostating ship has sailed.
I will never be the same,
Carrying my share of blame.

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Recent Suicide Poems

My Will to Live

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

Can you lend me a fin?
I'm short for package of fags
And, man. I need one
And I lost the will to live
I spent days waiting by my mobile
Only not recieving a word
Not even a text
I guess my lover has abandoned me
But I don't want to talk about
Well, I guess I don't need yr money

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Clinically Unremarkable

by Stuart McCann

Unfortunate endings happen only after wondrous interludes.
What Seuss and Jekyll say about the fall is wrong,
It’s not fast. Not sudden. Not planned.

It’s a three-month-old pencil.
Getting smaller unnoticeably until it’s unworkable and left. Each mark made with purpose and pertinent to the users cause. But importance doesn’t grant immunity to daily wear and tear.

At the end of the fall, there isn’t concrete - another falsified consequence fed by Who.
It’s blankets and a numbness.
A ripcord on anxiety and stressors. A freeing from everything that allowed you fall in the first - then you can soar.

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