Mental Health

Tomorrow Has Enough Worry Of Its Own
Things I keep to myself.... Although I've kept going when the going got rough I've heard pain keeps you growing though, I feel I'm not good enough
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Love Yourself Too
“The things you do either give you energy or drain you. Choose wisely” This sounds similar to the food we eat and the things we read and watch.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Ready for a Transformation?
It really doesn't take long to make yourself stronger; a year is enough. The reason self-improvement can feel painful is that it often goes against our natural inclinations. But if you're determined to do things that challenge your comfort zone, there's no doubt you can achieve more.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Put Your Best Smile On
“The best things in life are the people you love, the places you go, and the memories you make” Look in the mirror
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Let's Be That Miracle
“Sometimes, miracles are just good people with kind hearts” We know that feeling, when it’s been a difficult day and a complete stranger
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Blood Harvest
When will you stop hurting me? A question I ask when I am not ready to walk away When I do not want to walk away, I have been waiting for when, for a long time
By Isaac Ramaphala7 months ago in Poets
How to Disappear While Still Being Seen
It starts slowly. You’re still in the room. You’re still laughing at the right times. Still pouring the coffee, still texting back with emojis.
By Mian Nazir Shah7 months ago in Poets
Loaned Comfort
I just made love but I feel emptier than before, Empty is the grave of those whose family Chose cremation the morning of the funeral,
By Isaac Ramaphala7 months ago in Poets
I wish
I wish I thought a little deeper. Like if I saw the North pole - When others saw the freezer. I wish I spoke a little louder.
By Sarah O'Grady7 months ago in Poets
"I Am Tired"
I am tired of pretending I’m fine of smiling for the photos while my soul sinks quietly below Of laughing in front of people but collapsing when the room is empty Of giving advice I don’t follow Of helping others heal while I ignore my own bleeding
By Muhammad Riaz7 months ago in Poets
Til' Death Did Me Dirty
I wed for wealth, not love or flames, His touch—a curse I could not tame. His breath was meat. His skin was rot. I smiled wide and planned my plot.
By Nia Knox7 months ago in Poets
A Poem I Hate
6/8/25 I’m waiting to be sent away like a spotted child in straw hay Like a sickness bred in birth And you’re assiduous in the kitchen and I don’t ask to stay
By Olivia Dodge7 months ago in Poets