Top 100 Poems About: SUICIDE

In this page, poems on / about “suicide” are listed.
  • 1.
    Richard Cory

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
    We people on the pavement looked at him:
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
    Clean favored, and imperially slim. read more »

    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  • 2.
    A Ballade Of Suicide

    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; read more »

    Gilbert Keith Chesterton
  • 3.
    Suicide In The Trenches

    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. read more »

    Siegfried Sassoon
  • 4.
    An Almost Made Up Poem

    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 read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 5.
    Call It A Good Marriage

    Call it a good marriage -
    For no one ever questioned
    Her warmth, his masculinity,
    Their interlocking views; read more »

    Robert Graves
  • 6.
    A Song Of Suicide

    Deeming that I were better dead,
    "How shall I kill myself?" I said.
    Thus mooning by the river Seine
    I sought extinction without pain, read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 7.
    The Suicide's Argument

    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. read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 8.
    A Word For The Hour

    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, read more »

    John Greenleaf Whittier
  • 9.
    Epigram On A Suicide

    EARTH'D up, here lies an imp o' hell,
    Planted by Satan's dibble;
    Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel',
    To save the Lord the trouble. read more »

    Robert Burns
  • 10.
    The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret

    We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
    You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
    As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
    Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only, read more »

    Conrad Potter Aiken
  • 11.
    Lays Of Sorrow

    The day was wet, the rain fell souse
    Like jars of strawberry jam, a
    sound was heard in the old henhouse, read more »

    Lewis Carroll
  • 12.
    Ballade Of A Special Edition

    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. read more »

    Amy Levy
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