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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Final Thoughts
by Alana Alpres
As I stand before the gates of death,
And take my final, trembling breath
I'm filled with fear and deep regret
For all the things I left unsaid
I try to find my way to faith,
But no matter how I pray,
I remain an atheist at heart
A heathen creature with no god,
And now, as death draws near,
I am afraid.
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The Weight of Calling 988
by Frangipani Rhett
It's been a week since I last showered
Can't force myself to get ready for anything
If I wake up it's a miracle 'cuz I haven't gone to bed for days
I just fall asleep with the lights on
I wish I wasn't here,
I wish I wasn't here.
Nobody knows but I'm living a lie
Sit at my desk and I'm wondering why
I have to be affected by losing my friend
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the lonely freak
by Rumi Ullidov
Instant thoughts of regret
Conquer the maze of deceitful pride
Loss and gain, things I repent
A lonely soul left aside
A bottle of hot water to keep me warm-
In the cold of lonely nights
Songs of melancholy in the background
Reminiscing from freaky heights
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Salmon
by Jorie Graham
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.,
archaic,
not even hungry, not even endangered, driving deeper and deeper
into less. They leapt up falls, ladders,
and rock, tearing and leaping, a gold river,
and a blue river traveling
in opposite directions.
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bouquet of white flowers
by Ella Sophia
i never received flowers
there was none
, not even the color i like
no yellow , no pink , no purple
i never received flowers
only when i was buried
mind buried alive
body deep down at sea
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51. Masked
by Kea Campbell
Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
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19. War Is(n't) Over
by Kea Campbell
I'm proud of you for winning your silent battles,
The toughest decisions that you keep from prattle.
Clap for every single day you refrain from incisions,
Clap for every single time you say 'no' to addictions.
Whatever it is, you deserve the recognition,
The choice to get up, keep going, fulfilling envisions.
I'm proud of me for still holding the towel,
I never threw it in, instead, in I put dowels.
I wouldn't've made it to today if it weren't for my friends,
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15. Baptism Sentiment By The Confined
by Kea Campbell
It comes in waves, yet all waves stay.
No currents in this tub, her worries astray.
Swimming in thoughts and welcoming prayers.
Sitting chest-high, surrounded by raisers.
Eternality fine-printed, and she signed His waiver.
She grants her last breath, and submits to her Savior.
Plunged for five seconds, but too short and partitioned.
Immersed a bit longer, ‘cause six’s too wicked.
Seven is His, and now she’s forgiven.
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14. Did I really deserve this?
by Kea Campbell
Did I really deserve this?
You said that I was worth it.
You’re calling begging three steps from the ledge.
Reached out and tried to talk to me,
But I said, “I know that I’m not perfect. I know we don’t deserve this.”
I thought we agreed we’re unfit; fit to be ‘not meant to be’.
You took one step.
I know that you’re not perfect,
But this just isn’t working out to be what we thought could’ve been.
I cut you off and you took two more steps.
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