Best Suicide Poems

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
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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
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I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
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Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
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Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide

Death is painful
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Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
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when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
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Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
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Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;
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They don't make it
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever...
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Deeming that I were better dead,
"How shall I kill myself?" I said.
Thus mooning by the river Seine
I sought extinction without pain,
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And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact
Conducting, was his office all those minutes ago,
This man you never heard of. These are the bills
In the intray, the ash in the ashtray, the grey memoranda stacked
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Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,
there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
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Martini on the rocks
Spilled over the tabletop
Wetting the Oakwood
Like a chemical spillage
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Days fill with pictures
At the edge
of remotely located
heart broken dorm
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Suicide, suicide wishing I were dead.
Suicide, suicide deep in my head.
Suicide, suicide cutting my wrists.
Suicide, suicide I'm so done with this.
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I can't have it
and you can't have it
and we won't
get it
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Depression isn't obvious but suicide is.
My pain nobody sees.
My my mangled body they shall see.
My head was all but a mess.
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"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!
And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,
I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly
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The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
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yes, they begin out in a willow, I think
the starch mountains begin out in the willow
and keep right on going without regard for
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Poets, come out of your closets,
Open your windows, open your doors,
You have been holed-up too long
in your closed worlds.
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My life, like a sandbar,
has been taken over by a monster of a man
who wants my body under his control
so that, if he wishes,
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The fellow who sits in the air-conditioned office
is the one who in his youth raped
a dozen or so young girls,
and, at cocktail parties, is secretly stricken with lust,
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Out of love
I can take tricks and schemes
But from the beautiful faces
I won't take lies..
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Bereft of soul
My body shall be bare.
Bereft of body
My soul shall be bare.
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If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide;
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sitting here in this lonely room
with nothing above my head but gloom
saddness weighs heavy again on my shoulders
it weighs down upon my life like sand beneath a bolder
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Suicide is the answer
To many questions asked.
It hides inside of you
But it will be unmasked.
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alone wherever I go
alone whatever I do
alone all the time
alone what I should do
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The contingent of virus
hidden in Trojan horse, Anopheles
breach the frail armour of epithelium.
Now intruders march in veins,
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The voices make you blue
This is sad but true
Now suicide is waiting for you
This is sad but true
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2010, we hold hands, praying
Massacre and suicide bombing
Will not be the new screenplay
For the live audience, at bay
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Suicide is my thought of dying,
Crawling out of hole I made,
Suicide is my only way out of my pain I feel,
Explain why I can’t kill or hurt myself,
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All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.
Their hands and fingers must be tragic when they reach for tragic food.

The hero must be a half-breed, half white and half Indian, preferably
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if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
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The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse
Light after light goes out. One evil star,
Luridly glaring through the smoke of war,
As in the dream of the Apocalypse,
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It isn’t brave, and it isn’t clever,
to inflict pain on other people forever.
Life isn’t all about you.
Your life isn’t all about you.
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I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
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We never asked God
May we be born? Did we?
We just knew,
When life was infused into us
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If you are my friend...
Help me...to leave you
Or if you are my lover...
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Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
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I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run,
in our motel room half-way through
Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, past
the importance of beauty.,
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How much did you spend on my raising? ”
“What was your total cost for me nursing? ”
”What have you done so far for my education”
Blasted son at parent as if feeling suffocation,
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The moon stared hiding itself,
The night was sitting
Nude in the balcony
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Morning sleep and sweet dreams simply disturbed,
Bed side phone call buzz really perturbed,
Sweet dreams and cool breeze remained illusion,
since wife had left after scuffle with collision,
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Why commit suicide?
Don’t tie yourself with a rope
With life, there is always hope
With life, there is always scope
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Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
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Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
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I've been thinking about you
More as each season passes
I've been so cold and so blue
As my heart shatters like glasses.
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The day was wet, the rain fell souse
Like jars of strawberry jam, a
sound was heard in the old henhouse,
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Is suicide really suicide or death with a cause
I mean were not breaking any laws

You hate us because we’re different and we dress in black
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Better,
despite the worms talking to
the mare’s hoof in the field;
better,
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I dreamt your suicide note
was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag,
& in the bag were six baby mice. The bag
opened into darkness,
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Suicide....Suicide....Suicide
This is what my thoughts are
Suicide....Suicide....Suicide
I do not have a star
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I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
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my suicide
i want to die
by my looks you want to be me
but you dont know i have nights full of endless
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What good has the world done today,
what deeds that make it now a better place?
Very little do I feel?
George on savior’s path to save the world.
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The clouds rumble, O! sons of Malice, hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men, followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
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Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -

they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler
I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege
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They say that there is good and evil in everyones heart
With me theres more
It feels like inside my mind is a neverending war
Some are good
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What a beautiful suicide
The night skies so dark
The stars shine brightly
Tonight I’ll make a mark
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Because there was no other place
to flee to,
I came back to the scene of the disordered senses,
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he was 65, his wife was 66, had
Alzheimer's disease.
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He comes; I hear him up the street--
Bird of ill omen, flapping wide
The pinion of a printed sheet,
His hoarse note scares the eventide.
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Children running into izba,
Calling father, dripping sweat:
'Daddy, daddy! come - there is a
Deadman caught inside our net.'
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I can see myself now
after all these suicide days and nights,
being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes
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At the end there were straws
in her glove compartment, I'd split them open
to taste the familiar bitter residue, near the end
I ate all her Percodans, hungry to know
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Poet is a suicide bomber
For he is exinct with every explosion
But, the words fly apart
Make you bleed with their sharp edges
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i am sad
i am blue
i`ve nothing to live for
and nothing else to do
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Suicide
It's all i think about
Suicide
Can't get it out
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Do you know what I’d give
What I got, what I’d give to go back?
Do you know that I’d give
Up my life just as easy as anything?
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Take away your knowledge, Doktor.
It doesn't butter me up.
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Now I'm warnin' all you women don't stand too close to me cause you might catch fire
Now you're talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag
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It‘s crazy to think one could describe them—
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears—
As though they were all alike any more
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Send this man to the mine, this to the battle,
Famish an aged beggar at your gates,
And let him die by inches- but for worlds
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I contemplate this thought,
A thought of giving up,
A thought of suicide,
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Universities and campus prepare their grave,
In the guise of education they put front brave,
Bur on ground of morality they cave in,
Line drawn clear but education thin,
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where was heaven?
when my father died,
with tears in my eyes i cried,
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I know I'm not alone
lets take a stand
lets fight it together
lets support each other
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O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One!
Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky
Will perish.
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When Mirrors Cross Your Eyes


What has happened to you?
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A dream of hidden death,
Embedded in her flowers –
Dripping; drenched in nectar tears
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It is snowing and death bugs me
as stubborn as insomnia.
The fierce bubbles of chalk,
the little white lesions
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What can I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not even know the future
Or even what poetry
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LOW FINISTERRE 1007 LOSING ITS IDENTITY BY THE SAME TIME


It’s BBC Radio 4
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Overdosed with fatality and fear
Stung by the scorpion of betrayal
Raped by life's ravaging realities
Terminally tormented by my past
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Is it Democracy

Is it democracy
When a ballot is sold for
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The real one which I wrote:

From the onset of my life
where daily my soul cried
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Death is in the flower's heart –
Why to cry for life of any petal?

Death in purple ink of weary pens
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Peace is the heir of dead desire,
Whether abundance killed the cormorant
In a happy hour, or sleep or death
Drowned him deep in dreamy waters,
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I'm tired of murdering children.
Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
now I feel Vietnam the place
where rigor mortis is beginning to set-in upon me.
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1.

I am thirty this November.
You are still small, in your fourth year.
We stand watching the yellow leaves go queer,
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The apex of that tomb
has a very big opening
thousands can descend
within seconds to that
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This is a day of happiness, sweet peace,
And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd
In full assembly fair, once more we view,
And hail with voice expressive of the heart,
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Suicide isn't fun,
so don't try it.

Suicide isn't quick,
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I stand alone with the lights turned out,
reaching for the existance that I want on my fingertips.

I hear the voices through the darkness call me strange,
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