Mental Health

She is a Sun. Top Story - May 2025.
She is a sun- not merely light, but the fire that births it. Not a passive glow, but a force- fierce, untamed, and impossible to ignore.
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
She is a Lotus
She is a lotus. Rooted in stillness, once cradled by light- her early days kissed by calm waters, where laughter bloomed easily
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
TRICKLES OF TIME
1/ We are trickles of time that fall off freely together with the ticking seconds leaving behind numbers. Naked amidst the busyness named as days... We are wanderers of fate that intertwine tackle the rivers of destiny. And never be able to digest the future. ; Because we are just God's Boats which never the ends. Looking for its own estuary. 2/ We humans are mortal beings. 'Always stammering spelling the word love in prayers'. Going from one silence to another (feeling happy). Then the world is like a mirage full of expectations. We humans walk the road in thirst. We are humans travel the distance, on a path built from the desires of others (feeling alienated).
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Poets
She is a Diamond
She is a diamond. A diamond in the rough- and that’s more than okay. In fact, it’s beautiful. Her jagged edges are sharp enough to cut through anything in her way-
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
The Scarred Superstar
Don’t be so blinded by the darkness that you fail to see the stars. Their glow may seem distant, but they still guide from afar.
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
Gunpowder
If I’m honest, I’m miserably sad. This morning, I sang and rejoiced because I must be strong for all the rest, and it’s sincere, and truly is my very best,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Society Scares Me
Society is extremely messy, I cry big, fat tears looking at rampant hypocrisy. Note: The society structure is flawed. People in power make the rules, to suit themselves. I see so much manipulation, gaslighting, bias, shame, guilt, and other psychological tactics.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Steel and Saturdays
Here is a poem I wrote for mother's day. __________________________________ By day, she signed papers in a crisp blouse and quiet heels,
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY9 months ago in Poets
The Self-Critic
My work here is done! only lasts for a mo, as the mind starts to groan under weights of its own How could anyone read
By Simon Aylward9 months ago in Poets
Memories Last till Death!
Memories—a tiny word, yet it makes us cry, They hold tales, both low and high. But whenever they come, they bring regret,
By The Mysterious Duo9 months ago in Poets
The World!
Whatever I desired was always far, This cruel world snatched all I loved so far. Lost in her dreams, she found her way, Promised to stay, yet walked away.
By The Mysterious Duo9 months ago in Poets
The room without windows
There’s a room where the silence is heavier than sound, Where the clock ticks slow but never seems to count. Light knocks, but the curtains never draw—
By Im lil jim bob9 months ago in Poets