Love means test; poetry on suicide never rests!
Where there is a will to go, the seasons fail to stop; lovers will become tiny when seen from the hilltop!
At best, what could be done to cure, love is all and failures will remain for sure!
Welcome to Part 2 of Poetry on Suicide: A Test of Love!
Try our other posts: A Sad Poem and A Sad Delusional Heart, Ahul-alla: A Warrior Born! Sad Poem Drama 2, and Sad Love Poetry: A Princess in a Tower.
Dreams and Love: Suicide Poetry
So far, in the first part, you had seen how a young man fell in love with a beautiful girl. However, fate is always complex. Life is complex. And indeed, love is never straightforward.
For a heartbreak mood, read: Why Is That So? A Sad Poem In English
In the first part (I Know What You Did Near the Eiffel Tower: Poetry on Suicide):
Last I saw you drinking love near a fountain with soft pink hands;
Strangely enough, the cold of winter made more beautiful hands;
The shade of Eiffel tower across your face…
The young man finds his true love, with the shade of the Eiffel tower across her pretty face. However, little did he know at that time that things will fall apart so quickly.
You Died Near the Eiffel Tower: Poetry about Suicide
Last time, I saw you drinking a coke with soft pink hands;
Strangely enough, I had a terrible feeling soon when hands
Of yours trembled.
The shade
Of the Eiffel tower still across your face.
You smiled though momentarily,
As if telling me to stay calm
And everything was ok as it was!But Oh God! Just when I smiled,
You fell down like a cut tree,
The coke rolled over the pavement,
Spilling life gleefully.
Sorrows did haunt me merrily;
I had already lost a beautiful affair
Before I could run across!It can’t be some random act of death, I so thought:
A beautiful black evening gown, why I brought
For to-be-my-bride-soon,
My heart was like the crescent Moon;
A beautiful life I dreamed.
Why! Why! I now screamed!O God! It was so true,
Death did accrue;
The bangle would no longer dance,
Flowers unhappy about the romance;
Was it a deadly dream?
So was a dreadful dream!Ah! Once I wrote:
Last I saw you drinking love near a fountain with soft pink hands;
Strangely enough, the cold of winter made more beautiful hands;
The shade of the Eiffel tower across your face,
The shiny loose lace of the shoe acclaimed grace.But now I write:
Fate can be so cruel, I now came to know,
Death is not a friend but a foe!
Hope you liked Poetry on Suicide: A Test of Love! Part 2.
What do you think?
Is there any hope for the young man?
How would he be able to deal, if at all he is able to, with the afflicted pain and sorrows?
These are a few questions we leave for you to think over!
We will be back with more testing love stories!
Until then, adios!
Thanks for reading. Have a nice time!