Mental Health

Take My Hand
We dream of hands that find our own, When shadows stretch, when winds have grown. We want a voice that softly stands, Beside us in the ghost-wrung lands.
By Kel10 months ago in Poets
I'm Fine
It’s quiet here, and I don’t mind no need to talk, no need to find a seat at every table set. I’ve got my peace, no room for regret.
By Kel10 months ago in Poets
Asking the River for Strength
This poem was inspired by Sam Harty's poem below. I had not heard of this form of poetry before, but when I read Sam's poem, I thought I must give it a go. Thanks for the inspiration Sam.
By Calvin London10 months ago in Poets
Silent Prayer
I saw him today, his eyes spoke volumes, A silent plea, a storm behind the calm. Everyone expects, no one perceives, The battles he fights, the weight he heaves.
By Ellie10 months ago in Poets
Far Away Blues
Far Away Blues Finding the Light in Shadows Microsoft Copilot I wrote this today. I created this today, To move forward along life's pathway.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Only My Pen Knows My Name
NTERIOR - WRITING ROOM - SUNSET Sunset over a lake Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash Craving the attention, all eyes on me. The clicks, the likes, the follows. The who wants to be. Who wants to emulate my stride? Who wants to live in my successes? Who wants to mirror all these kee-kees? And hee-hees that I keep pretending exist, that I keep performing.
By Latoya Campbell10 months ago in Poets
Long Long Stomp
The stomp is long, So long bye bye ... mind's gon'. Clap, high slaps, Splits and break-it-downs Beens found. Exam frowned from it, ... the stomp. A student once ... a majority stumped? Had you not? The real world, Sittings there like a stoop. If not sat, Wouldn't be strong. If not stomped, "Itn't my home..." Whoop!
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
Coal (raw)
It’s almost 3AM  there’s a breeze slipping under the door  the room is filled with darkness  and I don’t know why I thought of us again,
By Glyds10 months ago in Poets
Coal
It’s almost 3AM in the breeze, The room is filled with darkness I thought of our memories, Wrapped in sheets, I sank so deep;
By Glyds10 months ago in Poets
Unblemished, Untouched
I, tattered and torn pain internal reborn every day, every way nothing they often say lasts forever, but no nothing, ever goes away
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Importance of Psychology
We call ourselves wise — it may be the case when we are calm, when we have ample self-love. When we wallow in self-hatred,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Stress
fractures of the broken, peel the innocence like nails revealing bare bone taking control creating the impotence that exposes and keeps me alone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets