Words-a new collection.

We have not had a thread of inspirational pockets of poem's or quotes. HT has a thread going that we kinda highjacked so I thought a 4 Proper "word" thread was do.

Ya all join in now!

"Anyone can slay a dragon
He told me
But, try waking up
every
morning and,
loving the world all over again.
That's what takes a
real
HERO.

-Brian Andreas

here is a poem i wrote. i question why i think it "belongs" on the depression board, and then i realized in one sense it's about meeting new people, which is something that seems impossible when i am depressed and isolating myself. i can even isolate when around a lot of people. the poem is about me meeting a fellow gay man of my age, who undoubtedly was skittish about meeting new people, because of all the AIDS deaths each of us had experienced:


Survivors

I know you look at me askance.
As I might talk about the dead we know.
Those with lesions and pneumonia and thrush.
Even though long long gone.

But you have to know:
We are linked by that.
You musn't be afraid that we will talk about that endlessly.
Just talk about it once and let all of it go.
All of it.

And then we move along. We move along!

Thanks for sharing Rich. That is truly deep.

Thanks for sharing your feelings too.

Mike, I really like the one about happiness. It is so true.

I hope all of you have a good day today. Thanks again for sharing. I love to read.

Hugs, Karen...

Timeless the eons of pain,
Mind,
Beyond infinity....
Healing....
Compassion anew;
Hark for peace-
Be true not blind.
Together are one,
Throughout eons of time,
In harmony for all mankind.
HT.

👍 keep em comin'. HT. Expression is a great form of catharsis. It is true and needed. In all if it's forms.

A stone thrown into the ocean
Slowly sinking
Through layers of water and light
Light fading from above
As the stone
Nears its landing place
In the deep
Perhaps nudged by the waters inhabitants
Will the stone stay in the midnight blue
Or one day be brought to light

what a void has been left in my life
without you- my beloved son
darkness, silence, emptiness
where are you?
questioning all the beliefs I had
merely existing- feeling no passion for life
Technicolor has turned black & white

Wow such beautiful prose from everyone.

I can see, others share a release and/or comfort in poetry as I do!

Dawn breaks on a heavy frost
Brown leaves touched with white
Lay on last days of green

Jogger goes by, puffs of breath
Another day alone, as dogs go out
Breathe, thankful for the cool air

This poem was written by Jack Prelutsky

I wish I had a dragon
With diamond studded scales
With claws like silver sabers
A dragon fierce and faithful
Always ready by my side
A dragon to defend me
Or take me for a ride.

I wish I had a dragon
With eyes of shining gold
Who breathed a plume of fire
Whenever it was told
A dragon so ferocious
It might frighten Frankenstein
But not a lazy dragon
Who sleeps all day... Like mine!

Grow through what you go through

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are so proud of the woman you have become.

HI MeByTheSea,

Welcome to the depression forum. Thanks for sharing.

It would be nice if they did help with the housework. LOL...

Hugs, Karen...

Of all of life's surreal gifts time is the most precious.
We watch the seconds slip-- one by one.
Our thoughts turn inward; desperate for memories past.
Are we able to turn back time remembering what once was?
We reach, we grasp, yet what is locked within us is never to return.
Time. Don't waste a single moment. Even now we are closer to the end.

dmo