Ultimate Death
The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with,
meditation on death.
What was real?
The dignity of life or,
suicide of seed truth?
The classical colors were,
going to live only half-life.
Guilt was writ large, on the face of morality
and essence was always forgotton.
The kingdom had swallowed the strangers,
And king had killed the songs.
Adulterous games had become popular
every one was becoming a rengade.
Death will ultimately,
wipe out the signatures,
from the blackboard.
It would be a clean sweep.
Some body will go in trance,
start reciting a mantra,
for the sake of vanity,
and clarity of the moments of dawn.
poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Her Bliss
Death is in the flower's heart –
Why to cry for life of any petal?
Death in purple ink of weary pens
Betrays the written yearnings
On her scented paper.
Death is laughing in her cry;
Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve.
Death ignores the plight of any purity –
He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of
What her dewy eye desires,
For Death beckoned:
'Embrace the jar! '
And yes, she did –
For Death, of course.
After all, no other man would
Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss,
So Death became her bliss.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What's most interesting and most real to me in my work is to never make the role a complete character, because then you lose a part of the truth. I can't say that this person is just like this or like that. Because you can never do that with real people in real life, so if you try that on stage you lose the truth. Since I myself strive to be able to be a great many things, I also want my character to have that very same liberty. Eventually in that way it will add to a sort of completeness. But it is the story that is told that is the interesting thing and the situations the character is in. And as we humans always are shaped by a special situation or given circumstances, I can never ever say: Thus is my character.
quote by Lena Olin
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Dear suicide
Dear suicide
Why I ‘am alive?
Suicide suicide
Why is so sad?
A lot of pain in my life
Suicide suicide
My heart is so black
Full of pain and sadness
Suicide suicide
My thoughts were so nice
But now I’m so sad
Suicide suicide
I always cry, don’t hurt me again
I just want to be free and fly
Suicide suicide
I don’t want to cry anymore
All I want is fly in the sky
Suicide suicide
The end is coming for me
The beginning of the end of my life
Suicide suicide
Just let me rest in peace
And never come back
Suicide suicide
Time to go
I say goodbye
Suicide suicide
Thanks for listened to me
I’ll see you in my new life
Suicide suicide
Adios
Ciao
Goodbye.
poem by Alex Rodriguez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suicide.
Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide, suicide
Take me away
Suicide, suicide
Please make it today
Suicide, suicide
An answer, for me
Suicide, suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide, suicide
I’ve had too much
Suicide, suicide
Take me, do your touch
Suicide, suicide
Leave the rest behind
Suicide, suicide
You’re all over my mind
Suicide, suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide, suicide
I need to release
poem by Lisa French
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Come and save me
Suicide, suicide
Come and take me
Suicide, suicide
Where are you hiding
Suicide, suicide
Please let it be now
Suicide, suicide
Give me and answer
Suicide, suicide
Release me, i beg of you
Suicide, suicide
I can't take no more
Suicide, suicide
Free me, please touch me
Suicide, suicide
Help me end this
Suicide, suicide
It's only you in my mind
Suicide, suicide
Take me silently
Suicide, suicide
I need it now more than ever
poem by Sumiya Khan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suicide
Suicide
I love that word
Suicide
it sounds nice
Suicide
it tastes like freedom
Suicide
nothin to live for
Suicide
Suicide
these wounds wont seem to heal
Suicide
this pain is just to real
Suicide
theres just to much that time cannot erase
Suicide
slice your wrist already
Suicide
hard and deep
Suicide
why am i still writing
Suicide
Goodbye
poem by Victoria Fierro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She’s Gone
Eyes bemused –
A disconnect
Dermal swathes of young and old
Reject the guessing of your age
You’re blind –
A blueprint for blankness
Your dreaming pipes through nothingness –
Are you still afloat? – atop the oceans,
Heaving, heavy over Hell,
Boiling, spoiling in a mind that couldn’t cope.
Ah! but Death smiles
And so do you
Kissing Him
Is all to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The Suicide Train
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Colors Of Life
See the colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
Wherever you go
Wherever you may go
Trust in hope, trust in your real friends
Planet colors alive, you hold it in your hands
Realize you have to open your eyes
And Ive learned everything has always two sides
You're not alone
The world is one family
You're not alone
Find your way to be free
You're not alone
Love is the hope to survive
You're not alone
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
See the colors of dreams
They are wild and free
See the colors around
See the colors around
The colors you have found
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
The colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
There's a land, there's a place in your heart
Tolerance is the key to make a better start
I've been waiting for my lessons of life
And I've learned everything has always two sides
song performed by by DJ Bobo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Suicidal Feelings
Suicide
I feel no fear
Suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide
I will use a knife
Suicide
I want to end my life
Suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide
ANSWER ME
Suicide
Take me away
Suicide
Make it today
Suicide
Your all over my mind
Suicide
Free me from my kind
Suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide
I need to release
Suicide
Now down i lie
Suicide
Goodbye
poem by Lucy Pickford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Too Will Eventually Die Oct 28th,2012
Death without dignity is the fear of losing control,
To be totally dependent on others is not your goal,
Maybe for a long time before you eventually die,
You may be almost dead; you cannot talk or even ask why?
There is no suicide grey area - it's all black and white,
It's a crime in Canada and a long legal courtroom fight,
But not in Oregon or Washington or Switzerland,
You can die in dignity there and they all understand.
Because here; death-with-dignity is hidden under the rug,
Where priests and magistrates and religious bishops all shrug,
You will not forget as you get nearer death, what this is about,
And a forthcoming painful death could cause you to have no doubt.
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Does An Election Mean?
I have absolutely no influence and neither do you
No Death-With-Dignity or compulsory voting so what’s new?
We’re going to have an election that will only change some names,
But unfortunately, everything else stays exactly the same.
We don’t have referendums, plebiscites or mid term elections,
No propositions or proportional representation selections,
I think its time that maybe someone somewhere should complain,
Maybe set-date elections would help with this awful pain.
We have no death penalty either so therefore, no death row,
Banned from the UN Security Council so there, we can’t go,
Abortion death clinics on every second street are never banned,
Politically correct, never mentioned; all slight of hand.
Death with dignity and assisted suicide - all illegal,
Try to avoid a slow painful death but you can’t and it’s legal,
If you are talking to a politician, ask him/her about this,
See if he/she can get us Death-With-Dignity like the Swiss.
Mar 23rd,2011
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Forbidden To Go There... Dec 1st,2012
FORBIDDEN TO GO THERE … DEC 1ST,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
If we get assisted suicide for end-of-life pain,
It gets you out of a situation where there's nothing to gain,
The religious types don't like it because it's against their faith,
But there's little you can do about life and death when it's too late.
And you can't complain about it afterwards because you are dead,
It's the natural process although it's something we all dread,
And we are caught in religions and legal systems and can't go,
Some folk still go to Switzerland because they have the dough.
So death-with-dignity is something to seriously consider,
It gets more complicated as you get older and an elder,
But someone should figure out how to avoid the indignity,
So that we can eventually lie down and have death with dignity.
Dec 1st,2012
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Can't Die When Or If You Want
You can’t have a planned death unless you are a dog or a cat,
Death with dignity is out of the question at your final bat,
Because our politicians and priests wont accept this notion,
They’re busy doing religious and political promotion.
But eventually each and every last one of us will die,
Unfortunately we don’t know how, when, where or even why,
But we could if they allowed legal death with dignity,
And allowed doctor assisted suicide indefinitely.
Your most important moment is when you exit from this life,
Good if you could arrange when, where and how with no strife,
Call all your friends and family around for one last time,
Unfortunately, you can’t do it now because it’s a crime.
Jan 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Only Way Out
Some days I just wish
that I could run and hide
No matter where I go
it seems like the only way out is suicide
My life doesn't seem worth it
all of this pain and suffering
I don't want to be here anymore
the only way out is suicide
Nobody can help me
the only way out is suicide
nobody knows the real me
I put on this person
when I am actually miserable
the only way out is suicide
All I have ever wanted
is to be loved and accepted
however, I have not been.
Because of this, I am empty inside
therefore, suicide is my only answer…
A Valentine in Pain
A dream of hidden death,
Embedded in her flowers –
Dripping; drenched in nectar tears
Now the dream of dying soul;
Confined, a trembling heart is
Squeezing out the ember years
And in her dream of youth,
Abounding buttocks writhe,
Acting out the careless dares
But the dream of hideous beauty:
Self-delusion, begging fears
Evolving from an agonising birth, her
Blacker days eclipsing; draining worth
‘So ugly living calls to die –
Forever in the dreams I cry! ’
Erotic debt; a laughing lie
Were done for her –
A blade for sure!
The dreams to cure!
A calming sigh…
And in a smile of pain
She bled and waned
Her cold pathetic bye
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide cried
Suicide Suicide Suicide died
Suicide Suicide Suicide sighed
Suicide Suicide Suicide lied
Suicide Suicide Suicide tried
Suicide Suicide Suicide ride!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Den
Brain walls: bio-insulation keeps me cosy
in my hidden room.
Eye balls: bio-windows let me peer and sneer
upon our filthy race, with
Ear holes – bio-microphones – assuming tones
I only wish to face.
Inside, I flit between assimilation,
fantasy, and desperation – each another room
for me to occupy –
as in a nest or burrow, a honeycombed hive –
fathoming which to best survive in;
harbour me from that outside.
Shit! It’s just as bad in here –
I need another den to hide in!
So where’s a niche to keep me from the world,
but also from my rabid head?
Yes, of course –! it’s being dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Pull the trigger
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Noone will care
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Time to end your pain
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
Heres the end of your game
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide
poem by Lizzie Resendiz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A new day
almost it ended, before it started, when all
what is given is losing its grip, the journey
becomes a hoax to survive
take all the chances to pursue what is
being started, for it is just a beginning of
what is a new day for all of us
it is always the inner voice, which is stronger
than what you see in your naked eyes, all
the way your passion carried out your
pleasure to remember that maturity is but
a wonderful experienced of what is life
this comfort zone, tells us the intriguing story
where and what life has reach to know more
of what is self redeeming, knowing that the
past reveals and controls everything life
exposes to the real you
a new day has elude my fears, a choice that
today anything that seen and what it comes
has consume my illusion, and now I am in
control of what I wanted in life, a new day has
come to witness the true in me to you
I am in you and you are in me, in this garden of
life, a reveling truth that a new day has started
to sprout in our lives
poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
POWERFUL OPPOSITION... Nov 21st,2012
POWERFUL OPPOSITION... Nov 21st,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Powerful religions do not allow assisted suicide,
Some men dressed in red like cardinals will get to decide,
And god is on their side so you better pay attention,
And suicide is a mortal sin or did I already mention?
Many of my old friends and comrades and neighbors are dead,
Soon enough; I will too; which is something I really dread,
Because death-with-dignity is banned in this great land,
So it's the unknown factor of my upcoming death, I can't stand.
The silent unknown factor of our lives is our health,
This is profound, regardless of your rank and your wealth,
It has a bearing on when, where, how and why you will die,
In a country where death-with-dignity is denied.
Nov 21st,2012
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suicide 2
suicide
a simple word that means so much more
suicide
a mean of escape that shuts the door
suicide
get ready to jump
suicide
take one more breath
suicide
are you sure you want to carry out this threat?
suicide
this is your last chance to walk away
suicide
did you say good-bye?
suicide
it ends your life
and stops your friends and families life in time
poem by Tashi Coote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!