Poem about those little things, that could stop you from going

[girl friend]

When people have thought about suicide, they often say it was just the little things that held them back. Not much really. Not alone anyway. But when you put them all together like this… POWER! These are the things I know I’d miss the most. And if you’ve never experienced any of the below, well then, you’re in for a treat, should you chose to stick around.

 

 

The Playfulness of Life

 

Intuitive wisdom

Making your friends laugh.

Bright and beautiful birds, with perfect little wings

The taste of blood in your mouth during a

real good sports practice.

Adrenaline rush

Tears of joy.

 

Watching your dreams come true before your eyes.

Having kids

Seeing your newly-born son’s face for the first time,

and realising that he’s inherited your eyes.

Being that perfect family for brief moments.

That family that other families look upon with envy

At how perfect you got it.

Those kodak moments

At the zoo

at the park

at the cinema.

Looking forward to your photos being developed.

Taking your kids to your favourite childhood place.

beautiful children.

A place to call home.

 

Making your friends laugh.

Laughing ‘til your sides hurt.

‘Til you can barely breath.

Slumber parties.

Trying to crash 16 people on the floor of a student’s

room

 

Visual illusions

 

The rush of winning a match

Or even of losing, with style.

Team work.

 

Sunsets

Twilight

Dusk

The dawn chorus

 

Starry skies

Realising finally why you are here.

Realising that someone loves you.

 

Reading something and thinking:

“that’s gonna change my life.”

Realising that the universe is completely one.

Making a difference to someone, somewhere.

 

The shining of sun light on glistening waters.

Torchlit walks at night

 

Knowing something that no-one else in the room knows.

Depth

 

The colour yellow

Daffidols

Blue-bells

Swans

 

Power walking.

Your phone going off in a meeting

Laughing, lest you should cry

 

Working through the night, and sleeping through the day.

The satisfaction of turning in a difficult piece of work,

knowing that you put all your all into it.

Your first theory.

Being published

Post-ick notes

 

Waking up in a morning next to your lover and feeling

Completely vulnerable.

Because you’ve never dared

love anyone so much.

 

Church

Infallible mystery

Sometimes accessible through your writing.

Or through your dreams.

Day-dreaming.

Dreaming.

 

The love of life

The beauty of nature

The Sound of Music

 

A comfy lie-in bed.

The feeling of awakeness after a good nights sleep.

Tousled heads.

The light and bouncy feeling in your hair after

a refreshing long shower.

Nearly falling asleep in the bath.

 

Seeing something that you only ever saw in textbooks before.

The Grand Canyon

Travelling abroad

Australia

 

True friendship.

Deep and meaningful conversations

Realising you know something about another,

that no-one else has ever known.

Having a great time,

doing nothing.

 

Playing

Sledging

Snowball fights

Water fights

Food fights

E-Jokes

Blond jokes

Television

Playing hide and seek in your 40’s.

Riding bikes

Rope climbing

Bouncing Castles

Swings

Changing your mind about a rollercoaster,

just before the dip

The playfulness of life

Reading a good new novel

 

Long kisses

The beach

Pineapple juice

Opera

 

A Perfect Day

Coffee and hash browns

The perfect way to start off

A perfect day

Realising that life is good.

Musicals

Christmas trees

Sending Christmas cards to nearly forgotten ghosts,

of the past.

Chocolate

 

Picking yourself up after a heartbreak

And realising that it is still a beautiful world

For a world full of:

Animals

Ponies

Meadows, full of sweet smelling grass of many colours.

Fields laden with buttercups.

Could be nothing else.

 

Seeing that it is true,

Heaven and paradise are in the present moment.

 

Deep, wise words

Spoken, by deep wise theologians of the past.

 

Re-living your childhood with your kids.

And then again with your grandkids.

 

Listening to the radio

Sitting outsides,

on a hot summers day

Sitting outsides on a hot summers day listening to the radio.

Eating ice cream

 

Realising that a half empty/half full glass doesn’t

properly explain it, the glass is positively

overflowing.

 

 

 

This poem is dedicated to Annie

[Daddy Bear]

Incredible, stunning, brilliant... I can't find the words.

 

The taste of blood in your mouth during a

real good sports practice

 

The rush of winning a match

Or even of losing, with style

 

Tousled heads

 

Creative Writing teachers of the future should have their classes study this poem. I know one who might.

 

I laugh at the uncanny beauty of it, lest I should cry.

[Spugly Fuglet]

A life of little wonders, what more can one ask for.

 

Today is a good day becouse of your poem.

[girl friend]

Wow, thanks guys. That really means a lot to me ya know. I never let people read my writing normally. That was really nice guys.

Thanks

 

Perhaps it is the greatest magic of the human spirit, to laugh lest we should cry

[lil_baby_girl]

i love this poem its so wonderfull, ever time i read it i go speachless, thanks girl friend this peom is beautiful,

[I Miss You]

man i am speechless right now..i dont know what to say...

 

if more ppl read that ...they would think twice about suicide

 

you may have saved a life by writing this

 

good work...girlfriend

[girl friend]

You're welcome lil_baby_girl, i've missed you and its great that you've come back!

 

And thanks I Miss You, i don't know if a poem alone can save lives...-? but your comment was appreciated nevertheless.