#grateful poems on Hello Poetry

Drab Oct 31

She helped save my life.
And doesn’t even know it.

Not just for, not dying.
I’m happy these days.
I wasn’t not all that long ago.
But she was patient.
Three long years later.
I’m as healthy as I’m going to get.
And that’s worth writing a poem about.
Thank you Dr. Lindsay.
Found her in the middle of a bunch of cornfields…

I'm a lucky guy.

So are the ******* bums, I mean dodgers. I got to see it, again, and again over the years....2024

#grateful

silvervi Oct 25

Meditation

Meditation, meditation
Meant to be healthy vibration,
Diving deep into the now
Losing every form somehow.

Feeling guilty
I neglected
My long meditations.

Feeling overwhelmed
Many tasks
In my head.

I am now avoiding
My own self-
Confronting.

Wanting peace
Still.
To know how I feel.

I am myself but
Ugly.
And maybe that's
Why I feel sick.

Sick of playing some role
To everyone around me.

"You're so beautiful, nice."
"You're an angel", they say.

But they don't know that I
Struggle every day.

I should be so grateful
For my physical health.
So thanks.

But I am disappointed
By having panic attacks.

Breathing gets very shallow,
Sometimes I lose control,
In my mind many thoughts,
I feel lost and alone.

Hundreds pieces
Are called Me.
But who manages it all?

Sometimes I want to hide
In a warm dark safe place
Where nobody sees me
And I don't need to be
Anyone.

I don't need to play
Any role.

I can call this place
My home.

I can feel whole
On my own.

Where I hold myself
When I am worried.

And I tell myself
Different stories.

Where I truly believe
In love.

Where I feel
As though I was enough.

Finding my way back into meditation. My center can provide me with this warmth that I am seeking. But of course we also need other people around and to be authentic with them.

#honest #meditation #grateful #mentalhealth #safeplace #safespace #selfhelp #safety

silvervi Oct 11

Sweet things

There are quite a few
Sweet things:
The summer
And the sun,
My cheeks,
Your smile...
Your perfume...
Me writing poems about you.
Some comfy clothes,
The evening lights,
The stars,
The milky way
And mars,
Inline skating,
Even if long time ago,
Playing bongos
And cajon.

It's sweeter even
Just to dance,
To give myself
A daily chance,
To feel free,
And just to move
Only for me,
Nothing to prove.
The beat, the groove
The melody,
Are guiding lights
To me.

The sweetest thing
Is life itself -
To live it fully,
To accept oneself.
Be present now,
Not lost in images
For ages
That keep you
Trapped inside
Your beautiful
Sweet mind.

#sweetthings #sweet #gratitude #grateful #life #enjoying #motivation #inspiration #smallthings

Jeremy Betts Sep 14

~•§•~ Dreadful ~•§•~

Living is dying
That's why it's so painful
Loving and hurting
They say to be grateful
Remembering to be forgiving
I'm so very forgetful
Beginning and continuing
Both have been my downfall

©2024

#dreadful #living #dying #painful #love #hurt #grateful #forgiving #forgetful #downfall

Saanvi Sep 11

New Year's Eve

I wonder why melancholy
paints my soul a deep red
when midnight strikes,
And the colors on the clock change.
The firecrackers make noise,
And the world transitions
From one year to the next.
I wonder why nostalgia engulfs
the chaos of my winds
When time passes away slowly
On New Year's Eve.
I wonder how I could ever
Say gracias
To all those people who
Taught me, hugged me and
gave me the strength to live and love,
For my family and friends I am grateful.
I wonder why melancholy
paints my soul a deep red
When midnight strikes.
In this ever-present grief of how
Time passes away so quickly,
I reside, I reside.
I wonder why red fades
And green blossoms.
It is the way of life.

I wrote this poem as an ode to 31st December

#melancholy #thoughts #feelings #hurts #loneliness #change #grateful

Bekah Halle Aug 11

poetry in the sun

simple delights: warm air carrying buzzing bees,
pollinating big trees, bringing me to my knees,
alive and grateful; yes, please!

#poetryinthesun #grateful #sun #bees #trees

Debra Lea Ryan Aug 8

Where Is There ?

I was Knocked  out cold in ICU
For 20 Hours apparently
Of that I have NO memories
However when I started to come to
I heard  the Ding Ding Ding of  a particular sound
The sound of a Heart Monitor  in the background
And  I felt as if I was  travelling on a slow train
On a Course of gentle ups and downs
Turns out I was on a fancy Hospital Air Bed
That was starting to deflate under my weight
For I  had blown up like a Michelin Man Balloon
You know Elephant size in a small room
Most importantly the main thought streaming my Head
Was that I had actually returned from Death
I really had something  I needed to say
And asked for Pen and Paper straight away
In this crazy moment
Without Glasses  on I could not clearly see
What was right in front of me
I had an idea what would  occur
Beyond the  Blur
The mission overwhelmingly clear
To document  a flurry of words
That were erupting in my mind
Let's just say it soon became a frantic mess and time drew close to digress from all my witnessed scribble dribble
To be heard with a  revelation of my so-called life changing  words
It was chaotic with Family, Doctors and Nurses  gathering around
I even called out to the Wardie too
As I sat upright in bed and said
I have something important to tell you
Firstly I shouted out that I needed a  swear jar
You know something to toss a coin in, maybe quite a few
Then I felt in overdrive when I  exclaimed there's nothing there
There's nothing F'Ning there
Off the top of my Head
No F'Ning Afterlife  I meant
The Lights go out and there is no one Home Kind of Zone
I didn't get much of a chance to  Banter on
Before a  Nurse  kindly Shhhhhhhh'd me
And suggested later when we were alone she would
explain all I needed to know
Being so disturbed I was quickly made to  realize that Doctors had saved my life  when they knocked me out medically
So apologetically I cried out to everyone in the room that
I didn't do a Led Zeppelin - Pink Floyd - see the Dark Side of the Moon
For I  sincerely hoped in the moment I had not stumbled anyone's  world view - beliefs and values
I had just been on some kind of trip
Versed in Metaphors and Analogy
Induced by something pretty strong to  remembering specific Songs
The upshot is  I actually  do care that I have not been there
And I am Grateful that I 've  had the opportunity
To  resolve a Mystery!

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
10-July-2024
& Feb 21st - 23rd, 2021
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬

This piece I guess needs more work. I just really wanted to write in this Moment (well I flowed and worked the words over a few Days) . This experience was Hell on Earth at the Time. The Healing Humor kicked in for me eventually. Maybe I need to write a song called ICU Blues - Bed Pans and Tubes!

#life #death #icu #survivor #humor #grateful

We Are Stories Apr 20

-I believe I will meet you in the clouds one day-

a slab-less crazing-
mixture of papier-mâché;
conformation of made-less things-
quagmire bracing to break;
lonesome drought-
steer clear of my thirst;
vacuum sealed lungs-
anguish waiting to burst;
-
purified water:
landfilled with kimberlites;
there are spotless skies
reflecting off sunspotted eyes;
purified water:
a laborer letting go;
callouses like dandruff drift-
like welcoming snow
-
a son lost comes home
skies filled - no longer alone;
dead rise again
healed, hopeful, looking
at
him.

#christ #resurrection #thesaurus #grateful #growth #life #love #refreshment