Mental Health

I Missed You, Princess
When I open the door and you see me, your tail wags so wildly it looks like you might lift off the bed. You scramble over blankets,
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
Colors
When I close my eyes I see colors Colors of everything I want to be - Free Beautiful Full of light But then My eyes open
By Gail Fredricks8 months ago in Poets
Vanished with Quite the Trace
Acceptance is not easy, But it’s necessary, all the same. Children see their heroes clearly— Daddy, you were mine. Empowering me, preparing me
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
An Open Letter to the Dead
I envy you. Having nothing to lose. No cage to escape from. No obligations, expectations, responsibilities... Or worries.
By Rosie J. Sargent8 months ago in Poets
Climbing Age and Sloping Back
For someone on the low-rung of the ladder of life, it seems in vain to think of anything beyond my own impossibly unimportant bubble.
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan8 months ago in Poets
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Actions Speak Louder Than Words --- Lena always believed in one simple truth: actions speak louder than words. Growing up, she’d heard empty promises and sweet talk that evaporated as quickly as they came. Her grandfather’s words echoed in her mind like a compass—“Words are wind, Lena. Only actions carry weight.”
By Muhammad Maaz8 months ago in Poets
One Stone Down in 2 weeks
One Stone Down in 2 weeks One stone down and I’m not done I’ve only just begun to run from every scare that dared to warn
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
They Left, but Their Memories Stayed
They Left, but Their Memories Stayed By Ali Asad Ullah They left. Not with a bang,
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets
Love Letters I Never Sent
Love Letters I Never Sent ✒️ By Ali Asad Ullah I wrote you letters you’ll never see, Folded like secrets, inked carefully.
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets
Apricot Pomegranate
The apricot bragged it could be eaten, all but the seed. Missing the fact that inside the pomegranate there were edible seeds.
By Seashell Harpspring 8 months ago in Poets
The Whispering Star
The Whispering Star (Gothic Narrative Style) In midnight’s grasp beyond the sphere, Where silence thrived and none could hear, A single star began to wake— Its gleam a wound the void did make.
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets