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Love Poems About Suicide or Suicide Love Poems
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


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



by Ken Carroll |
Categories: confusion, depression, suicide, , Lullaby,

The cutter



She went to sleep
closing her eyes
beginning to dream
of broken butterflies
tearing her lovely monarch wings
on faithless love that angels sings...

She finds shiny metal in kitchen sink
in an evening absent light
she finds peace in cuts of pink
watching crimson blood flow feels so right..

Starlight shines upon her tears
I whisper darling, you cannot bleed
all of your suicidal fears
at night when you begin to cry
I'll sing you a lover's lullaby..

My love do not wish that you were dead
dreaming of an absent pulse
laying on silken sheets bleeding red
I will offer love so do not bleed
give me your knife I am all you need...
~ ~ ~ ~

by Elizabeth Lindsey |
Categories: teen

My Rhyme

Roses are black.

Violets are dead.

Love is bitterly sweet.

Like a shot to the head.

They say love will kill you.

It will be the slowest form of suicide you've ever met.

by Georgia Kereopa |
Categories: dark, drug,

Spirit Delirium - ICE

I am the mind disturbed that thinks it’s well
euphoria surfs, dysphoric swells
perfect storm before the cresting wave
felled the confidence of the brave

I am the liar that catfished hope
Stole from a random heart that couldn’t cope
Love leaps, faith jumps, joy follows
Suicide upon the maddened rocks below

I am all the tears that fell
Abide in the hidden depths of sorrows well
I am the fire that burns up all your dreams
Dying light of fallen stars and moonbeams

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

by arthur vaso |
Categories: age, beauty, happiness, heart, life,

50 Shades of Naked

If you are 50 and you are naked
Please
Make it a poem and not a photo
A poem we see your inner beauty
A photo we see out of warranty
A poem we see you’re giving spirit
A photo we see your sagging dreams
A wilting flower is majestical poetry
On paper is part of a suicide note
A naked mind will melt hearts young and old
A naked old man will scare away the scare crows
No one wants to see grandma naked
Not even poor old grandpa
But we will love her all the more
For chocolate chip cookies and loving hugs

You however my princess
At fifty x three, lovely and naked just for me
And I will love you to the very bone


by Jamie Grattan |
Categories: depression, kids, suicide,

Dying Hurts

Swallowing pills to end your life,
 You are a mother, a daughter, a wife.
The pain and turmoil you've buried inside,
 Must be intense to have chosen this ride.
If you could see the love and care,
 Your children have, they need you there.
To kiss and hug their pain away,
 To comfort them, and be ok.
I hope some day you'll see I'm right,
 Push through the fog and see the light.

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: confusion, emotions, feelings, imagery, lost, sick,

Oblivion

Waiting in the shadows
dementia devastates 
your life as sanity
begins to slip away.

Once your memory fails
life loses all meaning
thoughts turn to suicide
and death becomes your friend.

Your heart morphs into a
desolate derelict
a floundering vessel
not even love can save.

Hope’s long been depleted
and trust doesn’t exists
only pain remains true
in life's facade of lies.

When reality feels
stranger than any dream
depression escorts your
soul to oblivion.



by Shane Houston |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, first love, love, soulmate, suicide,

Ocean Spray

soft keystrokes on a typewriter
make the ink bleed and mark the page
steel-grey and ocean-spray were the colour of my lover's eyes
i remember looking into them and seeing our future together
i held her hand and put it up to my beating heart
i promised to never leave her side
i was always just a call away
i was always just a text away
eight-thousand two-hundred and ninety-nine days
then you said your final goodbye
you closed your eyes for the last time
and i couldn't believe that you were gone
you were the love of my life
you were my Everything

by Hakeem Sotayo Aro |
Categories: devotion, father, love, peace,

Moral Suasion

Fathers-in-spirit do not teach your congregations
Suicide, massacre, fallacy, bombs, and guns
But facts, piety, love, and peaceful co-existence.

Fathers-in-flesh do not teach your young ones
Neglect, war, begging, rum, and abortions
But care, peace, jobs, juice, and obedience.

Fathers-in-power do not inflate elections
Accumulate billions, dictate the pace, and obliterate our positions
But listen, agree, and act to what is being said by the Audience

Father-in-heaven allow our pleas to act in turns
For you are a witness to these burns
As we shall use these as lessons and evidence.

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

by randy johnson |
Categories: death, father, love, mother, parents, parents,

Cousins in love

(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)

It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.

The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.

by Olin Poems By |
Categories:

Suicide of the Devil

A dagger to the heart.
Warmred oozes down his chest.
He slumps.
No pain, pleasure instead,
His heart now a hollow shell,
He is man.
Capable of Love or Hate,
He chooses neither.
The embodiment of devil may care.
This is how the devil died and I was born.

by darci hopkins |
Categories: addiction, depression, sad, suicide,

the note

all this pain is getting to be too much.
i take a blade and slit my wrists, hoping the blood that pours out will relieve me for at least a little while.
i take my blade and hold it to my throat, 
take a deep breath, and glance one more time at my note.
the note to my parents, saying not to feel bad, 
saying "it's not your fault, i love you mom and dad."
when in reality they are a big part to this major decision.
but i would never tell them that, because i love them too much.

by Darris Thomas |
Categories: life, sorry, sympathy,

I See

When I wake up
I see a mess.
A hot, ugly mess.
Today I hate this mess
Tommorrow I may love it.
Yesterday I saw regret
And misery is married to me.
Divorce is my mistress
And suicide is my best friend.
Trust brings news of what sadness has done
And guilt brings gifts from worry and sorrow.

by colleen laforme |
Categories: forgiveness, lost love, passion, love, , sweet love,

Love Sweet Love

On the bedside table stood a vase
Lined with lavender flowers at the base
She lay ed in a satin gown trimmed with lace
Tears flowing down her face 
pondering suicide to leave this place 
Finding herself in another's embrace
Never to bare her own disgrace
For her true love she must face
Knowing his pain she can never erase


Pictures in the album each one a  love they show
A fancy laced box filled with ribbons and bows
Love sweet love how could she know 
Her head in her hands the tears flow 
Finding of her deceit he had to go 
Knowing forever she will love him so
  

by jade gamble |
Categories: heart, loneliness, lonely, suicide,

dots dashes and death

Dash dot dot (D)
my heart pours out into a puddle of sludge
its been overused 
overly abused
everything gone

dot (E)
the last thing I remember is you all 
shooting your words like bullets
I took the pills one by one
for your satisfaction. to numb the pain.

Dot dash (A)
Crazy how when my lifes on line 
your my friend
when you said it was all for pity
I was blinded by love

dash (T)
I ran
far out of my parents reach
they called me
the police called

Dot dot dot dot (H)
I was found
taken to hospital
pumped with medication
all because of you

dash dot dot (D)
Dot (E)
Dot dash (A)
Dash (T)
dot dot dot dot (H)
The thing I almost faced that night

by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: love, sea,

THE CAPTAIN DIES BY SUICIDE


“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 
                Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
“Strange to find a sea captain quoting Keats.”
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
She knows nothing about the sea, the sails or thee, your perilous tongue swimming with the sharks. The captain dies by suicide - nay. stupidity - aye. She’s protected, captured by his salty speech. Oft the wind carries its scent of aftershave - nay, again, for the bearded captain scowls, transcends with this blasted widow scores a poetic love. 11/19/2019

by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

by SKAT A |
Categories: abuse, death, evil, lost love, pain, sad, sorrow, suicide,

Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT

by Anthony Scandrick II |
Categories: anniversary, baby, beautiful, beauty, caregiving, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, dedication, depression, devotion, freedom, goodbye, graduation, growing up, happiness, hope, humorous, lonely, lost love, love, mystery, passion, satire, slam, sorrow, sorry, success, suicide, teen, thank you, uplifting, write,

Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.

by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: abuse, depression, desire, friendship, hope, life, love, suicide,

Life Matters

Life does not stand still
If we look, we find friendship
There is always love
Sorrowfully, we look at death
There is always hate
Our days begin with sunlight
The night has darkness
Hope is the light of the moon
We only need one
One light to end the darkness
Your life does matter
Let your light shine fore others
Hope is the light from your life

Edward J Ebbs - April 10, 2015

by Cynthia Ferguson |
Categories: loss, lost, lost love, sorry, suicide,

My last words

my true love, why did you leave me this way
My heart will only fill now with sorrow
and no! I will not, look to where you have gone
I will not prepare for tomorrow

It has come to me, what last words I would say
as I lie here awake, as the night froze
the warmth taken from my heart this day
not to return as the new morn sun arose

I am sorry my love, that I feel this way
but now all alone, my mind it just roams
carry my thoughts to a place I may be
where I hope to feel loved and I am home 

there is not one word, I could ever be told
take away a love, I will forever hold
the silence of your leaving was too soon to be
my last words, please forgive me

 

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: addiction, suicide,

Midnight Suicide

     THE MIDNIGHT SUICIDE
If only I'd the heart to be
the stronger of the two of we
perchance your love would still be here
and part of you and me

but merciless, love gives no clue
from whence it comes or goes into
the time of day it might appear
then leave, the same as you

I have no mind for fickle thought
nor pain that loving you has brought
when worth my time, I held life dear
but hated life when not;

tomorrow's not another day
and in this night I cannot stay
so I must needs to leave from here
by mine own hand and way.
      © vee bdosa the doylestown poet aka ron wilson