Mental Health

Gone.
One, Two, Three, Four, Watch you walk out the door. One, Two, Three, Four, A person vanished, no one saw. Like a crack in the road,
By Elizabeth Butler7 months ago in Poets
Where I’m From
I am from Ajax, from floor mops and cleaning cloths I am from the holes punched in the wall (Gaping, unsightly, unhappy fractions and the tastes of blood)
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 months ago in Poets
Petals Against the Silence
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
Blue Chair at the Edge (2019)
This is a prose with characters and script. The idea arrived in my brain after feeling blue yesterdays of then and now from 2019 to 2025. It's about a broken relationship with a family member and the day I shot the photo of the lone blue chair looking out across the ocean from a cliff in Palos Verdes, California in 2019.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Object Variable Undefined
Once I thought I knew myself It was, whence I made my first mask The mirror-image, I knew well But it was just a shell at last
By 竜鶴7 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Quiet Sky
I walked through storms with trembling feet, Through empty roads where silence meets. I lost my way, I lost my name, And wore my sorrow wrapped in shame.
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets
The Sound of Silence
In corners dim where voices fade, A child sits lost in thoughts unsaid. No tears are shed, no angry cries, Just silence speaking through his eyes.
By The Pen of Farooq 7 months ago in Poets
Why I Write Poetry
Take all those tangled thoughts and wild feelings, Put them in a structure, or don’t- Make them rhyme, or don’t-
By Kelsey Clarey7 months ago in Poets
The Murder of daughter by their jealous son
The Murder of daughter by their jealous son She never cried in front of them just folded towels with trembling hands kept her voice polite and low
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Lesson You Taught Me. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
You told me I was too much. So I learned to shrink. Folded myself down like a letter never sent. Quieted the parts of me
By Oula M.J. Michaels7 months ago in Poets
The End of the Road: When Is Letting Go the Answer?
When communication becomes ineffective, the best approach is to recognize that we are different, but no one is wrong. Deeply realizing that our cognition is different is key. Not only are our thoughts out of sync, but our actions are too. Even the most basic communication becomes exhausting. No matter how many times we try, the result is the same. This can impact feelings, friendships, and family relationships alike.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
The Wicked Poison Child
The Wicked Poison Child She danced in corners no one dared, with spider thoughts and viper stares, her lullabies could split a skull
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets