Ekphrastic

Entangled
Introduction Another wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet Here. The music is "Entangled" from "A Trick Of The Tail" by Genesis
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
All Obligations
How readily your kind condemns my own: “Monsters, demons, foul children of the dark!” How quick you are to your siblings disown
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Poets
Lighting The Way
Introduction This is my seventy-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Will the Fire Never Cease. Content Warning.
The sun continues to rise Day after hellbound day ঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌ Raw eyes have run dry Every rose Long desiccated Scattered in memory of the
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
Untethered
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
A Smile Drawn On
Just be yourself, that’s what they say Dare to be different No, not like that — you’re just too weird Please keep that bottled up
By Alan J. Edmonds3 months ago in Poets
Poem: The Anthem of Lovers
You are the rose that blooms within my heart, Reviving hope and easing all my pain. You dwell in me, from me you’ll never part, You are my peace, my joy, my sweetest chain.
By America today 3 months ago in Poets
The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Knock That Shouldn’t Have Come
The Knock That Shouldn’t Have Come Blurb When a knock echoes through the house at midnight, the narrator thinks it’s nothing more than a prank. But the silence that follows, the footprints on the floor, and the stranger waiting in the bedroom tell a different story. Some doors should never be opened.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Poets
The Flame of Awe
Behold the poet, violet and blue Melancholy and mad with love by turns To him, only what’s beautiful is true In him, the flame of awe too brightly burns
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Poets
When Two Lovers Are Torn by Fate
. They met beneath a quiet sky of gold, . Two hearts aflame, two stories yet untold. . Their laughter bloomed like roses in the spring,
By America today 4 months ago in Poets
Healing in Verse: The Power of Psychological Poetry
‎Healing in Verse: The Power of Psychological Poetry ‎ ‎For as long as she could remember, Mara had lived with a storm inside her. It wasn’t always loud or violent—sometimes it was a quiet gray that followed her into every room, like a shadow she couldn't shake. Friends called her "the deep thinker," teachers praised her essays, and her voice carried calm in conversation. But inside, she was always swimming in thoughts too big to name. ‎ ‎At seventeen, after a long season of silence, Mara’s therapist gave her a simple suggestion: ‎“Try writing what you feel. Don’t worry about sense—just sound.” ‎ ‎So that night, Mara opened a notebook and wrote: ‎ ‎> “My mind is a house where windows blink, ‎Walls whisper, and silence sings.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It didn’t make perfect sense, but it felt true. ‎ ‎That was the night poetry found her. ‎ ‎Over the weeks that followed, Mara poured her quiet chaos into verse. She wrote about feeling invisible, about dreams that spoke in symbols, about the strange comfort of being alone. Her words didn't rhyme, and her lines didn’t follow rules—but something inside her began to shift. ‎ ‎With every poem, she wasn’t just venting emotion—she was decoding it. The act of writing made the unnamed parts of her pain visible, and once visible, they became livable. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎The Psychology Behind the Pen ‎ ‎What Mara didn’t know yet was that she had stumbled into an age-old practice now being explored by modern psychologists: poetry therapy. ‎ ‎Psychological poetry—sometimes called therapeutic or expressive poetry—is the use of poetic language and structure to explore, understand, and even heal the mind. Research has shown that writing poetry can reduce anxiety, increase emotional resilience, and improve self-awareness. ‎ ‎According to Dr. James Pennebaker, a leading psychologist in expressive writing, the process of putting feelings into words changes how the brain processes trauma. It's as if the act of writing allows the mind to reorganize painful memories, giving the author both distance and control. ‎ ‎Unlike clinical talk therapy, poetry doesn’t demand clarity or explanation. Instead, it welcomes metaphor, ambiguity, and emotion. For many, that makes it safer—more intuitive. ‎ ‎In Mara’s case, poetry became the bridge between her inner world and outer reality. It gave her a voice when she didn’t know how to speak plainly. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎A Blooming Mind ‎ ‎One morning in early spring, Mara stood in front of her English class and read one of her poems aloud. It wasn’t about depression or trauma—it was about a tree that forgot how to bloom, and the wind that sang it back to life. ‎ ‎> “And so the branches shook with song, ‎Until one petal dared to wake.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎When she finished, the room was silent. Not the awkward kind—the holy kind. ‎One classmate had tears in their eyes. Another came up after class and whispered, ‎"That poem felt like me." ‎ ‎It was then Mara understood: poetry doesn’t just heal the writer—it heals the reader, too. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎Why Psychological Poetry Matters ‎ ‎In a world full of fast communication and emotional noise, poetry invites depth, slowness, and reflection. It lets people: ‎ ‎Name the unnamable (grief, fear, longing) ‎ ‎Find meaning in pain ‎ ‎Transform wounds into art ‎ ‎Connect with others in silent understanding ‎ ‎ ‎And it’s not just for “poets.” Anyone—with or without experience—can benefit from writing or reading psychologically rooted poetry. ‎ ‎Whether it’s a journal scribbled in at midnight, a spoken word shared on stage, or a single verse taped to a mirror, poetry reminds us: ‎You are not alone in how you feel. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎The Final Line ‎ ‎Years later, Mara became a counselor. On the shelf behind her desk sat a stack of empty notebooks, free for any client who needed them. ‎ ‎When one young boy asked, “What if I don’t know what to write?” ‎She smiled and said, ‎“Start with how it sounds inside your head.” ‎ ‎And so the healing continued—line by line, soul by soul.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets