Suicide poems

[AnnaJaspers]

Any poetry lovers on here? Or poets?

Let's get a thread started on poems about suicide, either your own or others.

in a middle of a room
in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self

"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be real"
(so he smiles
smiling)"but I will not

everywhere be real to
you in a moment"
The is blond
with small hands

"& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing"

(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)

ee cummings

 

[AnnaJaspers]

Really? No one here can contribute? Anything?

 

[Biblica89]

Edge
BY SYLVIA PLATH
The woman is perfected.
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

 

[Onomotopoeia]

So, I saw this and right away thought oh we need some original work ... so i moved a few boxes and found my angsty teenage self in a box flipped through a couple of them and promptly decided I was a dumb child.

I wanted to participate though so I thought I might share some not quite poetry I enjoy, I'm a fan of spoken word poetry there is still a lot that does not appeal to me and it's a small world, but i'm a big fan of Sarah Kay and lately have been enjoying Shane koyzan



edit: oh it specificies suicide poems I fail at reading titles oops

Ill come back later to be on topic

 

[CuriousAboutThis]

Next Thursday, Next Thursday,
I hope for the truth,
The truth that comes from love,
And brings me hope and closer to you,
For I fear of what to come,
For this future's end,
I will not pretend,
For I may harm myself or others,
Out of this miserable life,
I just want my love and my life back,
Starting with Ashley, my love,
The girl of my dreams and the girl of my reality,
Also of my insanity,
Pure and chaotic,
Temporal and mystical,
How methodical,
Not delusional,
Not hypocritical,
It is just love,
For at least I can hope,
For Faith and Jr,
And for the sake of myself.

 

[cryptic_cynic]

We have cried — and the gods are silent;
We have trusted — and been betrayed;
We have loved — and the fruit was ashes;
We have given — the gift was weighed.

We know that the heavens are empty,
That friendship and love are names;
That truth is an ashen cinder,
The end of life's burnt-out flames.

Vainly and long have we waited,
Through the night of the human roar,
For a single song on the harp of Hope,
Or a ray from a day-lit shore.

Songs aye come floating, marvelous sweet,
And bow-dyed flashes gleam;
But the sweets are Lies, and the weary feet
Run after a marsh-light beam.

In the hour of our need the song departs,
And the sea-moans of sorrow swell;
The siren mocks with a gurgling laugh
That is drowned in the deep death-knell.

The light we chased with our stumbling feet
As the goal of happier years,
Swings high and low and vanishes —
The bow-dyes were of our tears.

God is a lie, and Faith is a lie,
And a tenfold lie is Love;
Life is a problem without a why,
And never a thing to prove.

it adds, and subtracts, and multiplies,
And divides without aim or end;
Its answers all false, though false-named true —
Wife, husband, lover, friend.

We know it now, and we care no more;
What matters life or death?
We tiny insects emerge from earth,
Suffer, and yield our breath.

Like ants we crawl on our brief sand-hill,
Dreaming of "mighty things" —
Lo, they crunch, like shells in the ocean's wrath,
In the rush of Time's awful wings.

The sun smiles gold, and the planets white,
And a billion stars smile, still;
Yet, fierce as we are, each wheels towards death,
And cannot stay his will.

Then build, ye fools, your mighty things,
That time shall set at naught;
Grow warm with the song the sweet Lie sings,
And the false bow your tears have wrought.

For us, a truce to Gods, loves, and hopes,
And a pledge to fire and wave;
A swifter whirl to the dance of death,
And a loud huzza for the Grave!

The Toast of Despair
Voltairine de Cleyre
1892

 

[Sweet emotion]

Freedom

I'm getting on a train
I won't be back again
There's nothing here but loneliness and pain

My back's turned on the past
Nothing good was meant to last
The years have gone by, my my, way too fast

I'm gonna plant my feet down deep into the ground
Though you won't see me I promise I'm around
So when all four winds come blowing through
That's my way of saying I am still with you

Keep me in your heart
Although we're many world's apart
It's time for you to have a brand new start

I pray I see the light
Because I'm tired of the fight
Like a free bird I plan on taking flight

I'm gonna spread my wings and soar from up above
And I hope you know you'll always have my love
So when all four winds come blowing through
That's my way of saying I am still with you

 

[CuriousAboutThis]

I see the abyss,
So gentle so kind,
For I am surrounded by you,
Born from the void,
Within the darkness,

Lurking around,
And around bound by time,
What will I find,
Nothing,
That nothing was better than something,
For nothing at least won't hurt me,

I shall live my life,
And when I die by my own hands,
Or by the cruel reality of existence,
I shall not suffer myself or others,
For annihilation should be my destination,
For if there is something worth living,
I must keep dreaming,
Heaven won't take me and Hell shall perish,
But not with me for I must cherish,
If I fail however so,
It must take that final show,

My mother lies about about a girl,
Who I once grew up with it was no mere dream, but a reality one I hope to reconnect with and her name is Ashley Marie Howard,
My mother must be a coward,
Or afraid to tell me the truth,
What is the point in giving me back my memories,
If you all claim not to know what the hell I'm talking about,
Willfully ignorant,
I hope the same fate falls upon you all,

Not those on sanctioned suicide,
One day I'll say goodbye,
Hell, I even tried,
But I failed it was a setup,
And got arrested for it,
But there is more to the story,
And I have to continue it,
Or maybe I should perish,
And simply be done with it.

 

[Rocksandsand]

More Plath. God I love her