Mental Health

Today You Would be 71
If you were still here Things would be so clear Everything would fall into place Because tears wouldn’t be on my face You’d be mad at me for telling a bad pun
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
never have i ever
would you ever leave your hand in the fire all to avoid admitting that it burns? would you ever swallow sand only to avoid criticizing its flavor?
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Haunting Time
A tumbling word An escape out inside; black Once gone... A Goner. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Thinker
It's me, apologetically me lol. I'm an overthinker. Not just some things, but a lot of things. I can't help it though. I think it's my need to understand everything.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
When The Spirit Moves You
I saw Jesus at a used car lot Driving an Astro van he bought With velvet seats and fuzzy dice Speeding off to paradise
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Ten Toes, Six Feet Deep
I’ll stand ten toes behind you, babe Seeing the evil things love brings No one can save you from yourself So, let it go, go straight to hell
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Harmony of Difference: Embracing Unique Paths
Living conditions and individual goals are different for everyone. Everyone has his or her unique wants and needs, and everyone in society occupies their own specific place in the world. Using the fruits of the hearts to cultivate ourselves, or imposing our self-image onto others is not only unproductive but invasive.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
He is cold, iced, dead. Haiku
He is cold iced dead Haiku His icy heart died his body turned to dark dust nothing grew just death
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A man of ice
A man of ice His icy heart sealed the door, left me reaching, grasping for more. Cold as stone, sharp as glass, love was nothing—just a past.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Beautiful Envy
How can I be jealous of my own fantasy? Rebellious, in this ugly, ugly reality Sinking, deeper and deeper into this black sea
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Hello, Sadness
My sadness would like to say hello to your sadness. It would like to sit silently, soaking up the words you cannot speak
By LRBabout a year ago in Poets
The Lights Tremble
It’s always the same, every time the world shakes, litotic in it’s desire to show it’s strength fractures appear in the walls,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets