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Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, drink, lonely, philosophy, suicide, wine,

There Lies Art

The easel beholds a half finishing painting
The paints beside have all hardened
Pain reflected in the partial emptiness
Staring back at that gathered crowd

The sun melts on the canvas page
Creation explained in elapsed rage
Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes
Strewn across the almost barren floor

One to the other in whispered voice
I wonder if this would have been his choice?
Empty wine bottles twirling in light
Beside the dead body, a painting just right

There lies Art
In repose
His final painting
His last prose

Poem Details | by Sanderline Fleury |
Categories: betrayal, care, career, change, childhood, confusion, courage, cry, depression, discrimination, faith, feelings, forgiveness, girl, grief, growing up, inspiration, jealousy, judgement, loneliness, lonely, strength, suicide, teen, teenage, truth,

read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: death, loneliness, lost love, suicide,

END OF LIFE

SONNET – END OF LIFE

Fore'er without the pain, always apart,
As now with absent cast of yearning eyes.
Time's lonely quest to heal a wounded heart,
With destined end, to ash returns my rise.
My life ordained to doom in outcast fate,
The zeal of joy turned into woeful lies,
Confused a life in prime to dust abates
Defeats compassion past the silent cries.
From dreams of  love to useless life so bare,
Bereft attempts turned into grave desire.
No longer will remains, alone despair,
In end of all that was, of purging fire.

A lonely heart deceased in frozen cold,
No breath remains of ornament once gold.


T.J Grén


Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: death, lost love, sad love, suicide,

One Step Away From Eternity

Alas, I stand atop this mountain crest,
and gaze upon the valley down below;
the graveyard where your body lays at rest,
sits in the center shadowed by plateau.

My sad heart aches with every breath I take;
I wonder why I’m made to bear this bane,
and live a life that’s cruel and opaque,
while trying hard my teardrops to restrain.

This awful illness claimed your life so soon,
while you and I were living in our prime;
the heavens haled you, leaving my life strewn
across this wasteland, sadly out of rhyme.

‘Tis but a step across this steep degree,
and I will join you in eternity.



July 20, 2018



Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, childhood, suicide,

When you

When you smiled
I thought "How beautiful you are."
When you cried
I witnessed the depth of you
When you were angry
I recognized that you had been hurt
When you laughed
I could feel you healing
When you played
I remembered how to be a child
When you danced
I felt my heart beating
When you left
I wished I had known you better..

Poem Details | by Colleen Bono |
Categories: death, suicide,

On The Wings Of An Angel

Today is the day I have
chosen  to die,on the wings
of an ANGEL I will fly high

I feel I could have been 
better while I was here,
but on the wings of an
ANGEL,I will have no fear.

All my life I had to put up
a fight,but on the wings
of an ANGEL I will be alright.

Things may have been better
if id'e taken time to pray,now
I am on the wings of an ANGEL
and I am going to be ok.


                   Please LORD watch over my loved one's.

                        Colleen Marie Bono



Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: dark, death, deep, depression, suicide,

A Most Beautiful Suicide

A most beautiful suicide- from the hands of her beautiful possession
that struck the nerve that broke her dreams
and drained her blood down the pipe.
She called everyone-they all smiled
She cut too deep and they sent her away
to a grey place that made her think hopelessly
waiting for an answer.
A therapist did not help,
even though they lied and said they do-
So the doctor gave her pills
white ones, pink ones, blue ones and red ones too,
but all made her feel the same.
She was black and dying
she wasn't waiting on death any longer,
she filled the bath
naked in her bare flesh
and slit her wrists
her heart slowly stilled
and her blood went down the drain.

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: death, dedication, depression, i miss you, journey, space, suicide,

R-I-P -----ROBIN WILLIAMS




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Poem Details | by Rick Eichelberg |
Categories: death, self, suicide,

The very last cut

Do you see my wrists?
They cry blood when I do this;
Push the blade deeper.

Poem Details | by Jan Terry |
Categories: celebrity, death, obituary, suicide, sympathy, tribute,

A Tribute to Robin Williams

A good man's gone, loved by us all
on the screen both big and small.

The fire is cold, the lights are out.
His soul's moved on, without a doubt.

The laughter's gone that masked the pain.
The house is still and peace does reign.

He fought his battles on life's wild ride,
but lost his war with the demons inside.

How can one thrive on acclaim and wealth
without the love of one's own self?

I hope you found the peace you sought.
The life you lived won't be forgot.

July 5, 2015

Poem Details | by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: death, friendship, funeral, loss, suicide,

Early Mourning

Early Mourning

I sift through his Taoist rants
searching the brilliance and madness
for something to make sense; to inspire.

And he does not insult me
with the dust of dead men
though dust is what remains.

Ash falls through my fingers,
as promised, plenty of his own decay,
pure and uncontaminated,

his spirit whispering remembrance;
his legacy blowing in the wind
captured in my heart and lungs.

Poem Details | by Miggy Lomeli |
Categories: conflict, dark, death, emo, emotions, sick, suicide,

Broken

I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,
I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,
I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage
What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.

A slash here and a slash there,
What happened in the past?
A slash here and there,
Soon the memories don't last.

Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges
keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.
Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges
And I don't care if I go to deep.

One scar closer to a never ending dream,
I don't care if I go to deep.

Poem Details | by Andrea Rose |
Categories: angel, dark, death, death of a friend, farewell, grave, suicide,

Angel of Death

Angel of Death,
Cloaked in black.
With black scaled wings,
Upon her back.
Angel of Death,
Coming for me.
As soon as I sleep
Then dead I will be.
Taken by the night
It swallows and consumes me.
Now I am the angel
And death becomes me.

2003-2004
7th Grade

Poem Details | by Nikkia Roberts |
Categories: depression, suicide,

Behind Death

Behind this barbed-wire fence
                (It hurts to tell you so)

They stripped me naked then stared
At the dirt I could not rinse.

Behind this barbed-wire fence
                (Slit wrists twisted in cuffs)

I told the half-dead counselor
                I’d really had enough.

Behind this barbed-wire fence
                (It hurts to tell you so)

Life is attempting suicide
                In a graveyard where all dirt goes.

Poem Details | by emily humphreys |
Categories: death, depression, father, sad,

Alcoholic's Suicide

He sits there with a beer in his hand…
With residue from his last line on his nose.
No lights on in the house,
Because he’s always home alone.

To drunk to get up he urinates on himself.
But he can still get another beer.
He sits down and starts to cry.
He wonders why his family isn’t here.

He’s hung up on the past.
Things that could have been…
But right now he sits alone,
And he’s slowly dying.

He doesn’t even care about his daughter.
Who tries to stop him from drinking.
She cries and begs him to stop.
She sees him slowly sinking.

Soon he’ll lose his family…
Or more likely he’ll die.
It’s truly difficult to watch…
My daddy kill himself one beer at a time.

Poem Details | by Joshua Adam |
Categories: death

Suicide

life with no meaning
despair that cannot repair
with death, that last breath

Poem Details | by Chrisna Vergara |
Categories: death, depression, life, loneliness, loss, poetry, suicide,

CRY FOR HELP

I have found my refuge
in the arms of death
Take away this soul
the life I used to have
To live in darkness
in the middle of nowhere
Standing in adversity
with noone to hold me
This grief I felt
has tortured my brain
Great deal of misfortune
to carry this burden..


~Chrisna Vergara

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: death, depression, lifedeath, body, death,

Suicide

Suicide

Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 
Lost in a world where hatreds whirl.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
What a pity; she is a beautiful girl. 
Tears falling down like torrential rain. 
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     January 7, 2010
    Poetic Form: Triolet

Suicide is deadly.  Do not choose death.  Choose LIFE.  Call the National Suicide Prevention 
Hotline @ 1-800-273-8255.

Poem Details | by Lilly Davis |
Categories: abuse, bullying, child abuse, death, depression, silence, suicide,

Depression is hard

Depression is hard,
When you know it didn't matter if you were here,
When you know you didn't matter,
When you live in fear,
It's even harder when no one knows,
When you have to keep it all inside,
When not even your own faimly cares,
And no one is on you side,
When you have so much anger and self hate,
That you can take a blade to your own skin,
And it doesn't matter how hard you fight,
You know you will NEVER win,
It's hard, especially when your just a kid,
Trying to find out who you are,
Where happiness seems so so far,
When your punched and tripped and kicked and hit,
When it's all so bad you can't think of any other way,
Then to end it,

Poem Details | by Lotti Dah |
Categories: death, depression, life, sad,

35 Seconds to Suicide

1…2…3…4…
This is battle…This is war.

5…6…7...8…
Escape is just beyond this gate.

9...10...11...
All good girls go to heaven.

12...13...14...15...
The blade is ready, the blade is keen.

16...17.,.18...19...
Everybody must demean.

20...21...22...
I’d be alive if they only knew 

23...24...25...26...
My problems are too hard to fix. 

27…28…29…30…
Life is everything but sturdy.

31…32...33…
Life is the lock, death is the key. 

34...3-...

Poem Details | by Chris Day |
Categories: anxiety, death, fear, mother, mother son, sad, suicide,

Dead Mans Eyes PTSD

Do you ever see me?

I see you every night. 

I see your lifeless body under the street lights. 

I hear you mom screaming let him be alright. 

I see the gunshot wound going through you like butter with a knife. 

You blood keeps pumping with no end in sight.

You stair at me with a look of dead eyes. 

You ask me for help, but why?

I didn’t make the choice to take my own life!

Then the look I’ve never seen comes across your eyes. 

It’s like I can see the soul of a man I’ve never met until tonight. 

I see the pain and heartache you’ve had to survive. 

Tonight is the night I’ve seen a a dead man eyes. 

By Chris Day
05-30-2018

Poem Details | by DaQuan Bowrin |
Categories: cry, dark, death, depression, emo, suicide,

Poetry Instead of Suicide

Poetry;
Silence;
Who wants violence?
Dark dreams;
Evil screams,
Hold on strong,
The fight is nearly
gone,
Fighting to breathe,
Fighting to see,
It's hard to believe
this is me,

I never saw myself
falling to the
blade,
But in the end this
is how I'm paid,
Suffering from
tears,
Torn from fears,
All I know is that,
I'm not sure why I'm
here,

Told to live,
But living a lie,
Stuck in a place
where everyone wants
me to die,
Hurt and confused,
Broken and bruised,
Not sure what to do,
But i Will fight
till I can't move,
This is what I must
do,

Poem Details | by Teenage Frustrations |
Categories: anger, angst, death, depression, suicide,

The Anomalies

Red angry lines cut against
My white pale skin
A contrast to the perfect
A flaw in the flawless
So imperfectly perfect

Others- they don't understand
How beauty prevails in such a thing
They don't understand how amazing
The pain can be

It's a portal to another world
A world free of torment and trouble
One where freaks like us can survive
It's the escape

Escape is what we want
What we need
We crave it as a baby craves it's sleep 

We are the cattle in a slaughter house
The prisoners on death row

We are the freaks they hate upon

The imperfections that never fade

We are us

But us is never good enough

Not for them

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: angst, bereavement, death, deep, depression, love hurts, suicide,

Last Tear

Our house makes sounds I never heard before -
they're part of the new nightmare-themed decor.
Former comfy rooms, styled with love's heartbeat,
now seep cold-aches, ice spiked with incomplete.

Whether I'm here or there, you're everywhere
to ignite more weight inside my despair.
This house that was stage for our shared happy
has turned gruesome and painfully mocks me.

As your adrenaline speed-soars high smiles,
your freedom sick-roars motorcycle miles.
You know not when your death mile will appear
only that it will arrive before my last tear.





... CayCay
February 2, 2019