Mental Health

He was a cold killer
He was a cold killer He walked in the fog the city held its breath stones slick beneath him lamps dim and weak he wore the night
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Porcelain Eyes
Porcelain eyes descend it vanished and claimed my breath I whispered get out Author’s Note: This haiku is based on a true experience from my life, told in my memoir story Evil Possessions. It is not AI-generated.
By Joey Raines5 months ago in Poets
The day I ignored the urging of my soul
I broke my own heart, I broke my own laws Now I fixate on the one mistake I can never unmake: When I passed you up, my life came to a pause
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Poets
Make-Up
"You look beautiful today, Carol." He tells me as I walk into the room, "Thank you," I respond, but my smile is fake.
By Carol Ann Townend5 months ago in Poets
We Eat Our Young
paintings can't hurt you... beware — selfish man and gods for we eat our young. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another horrorish haiku for the Haunted Echoes challenge. This time, after several poems inspired by paintings by Picasso, Brueghel, Friedrich, Raphael, and Caravaggio. This time it is Goya who can play as muse to this writer, me, while also scratching his itch.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Unmasked
Stare into your eyes. At the void you tried to hide. You're empty, not deep.
By Jazmine Ambrosia5 months ago in Poets
Love Lives in the Small Things. AI-Generated.
Short & Poetic Love doesn’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it’s in the quiet — in the way they remember how you take your coffee.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Poets
Healing Is My Rebellion, My Song
For years, I thought healing meant fixing what was broken. Now, I know it means rewriting the story one breath, one scar, one whisper at a time.
By Yvey Essen5 months ago in Poets
You Tore Out My Heart
You Tore Out My Heart Pain is not word. It is scream. A door slammed shut. You did not hurt. You destroyed. You tore my heart.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Oops I Did It
I trust him way too much I let all my guards down But I just wanted to see how it felt To be free To do uncharity things
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
The Shadowed Hearth
The night returns yet you are never near I wander halls where silence chills the bone This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
By Tim Carmichael5 months ago in Poets
Especially In The Mind
“Motivation is like food for the brain. We cannot get enough in one sitting. It needs continuous and regular top ups.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 months ago in Poets