Mental Health

No More ... . Top Story - November 2024.
I want nothing more than to write about you and what you do to me To scrawl endless flowing rivers of words about you Oh, how I wish I could write that poem of you and me
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
When Colors Let Go
The hand tilted the glass, and a cascade of shimmering colors spilled into the air, each fragment a memory reborn. A quiet voice drifted through the scene…
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Journey for a moment!
Everything was easy in the journey We ourselves made the journey difficult! There are thousands of moments to live and show in this journey
By Suraj poetry plus about a year ago in Poets
There is no hope for tomorrow
Like a carnival, my life is My heart is in agony. The emotion within me, It feels like I could die at any moment. I'm attempting to locate my way out.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
Unread
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hard Times
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
shards of me
to break bad or to break even— i have fragmented myself all the same. the pieces of me that once connected are broken, and i can’t find myself
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
The Golden Boy
The Golden Boy is everyone's favorite. The boy with the beautiful smile, And the bright blue eyes. His golden skin is oh so blinding.
By Emma Beckleyabout a year ago in Poets
I am a Goddess
I know myself very well; and because I know myself so very well, I know that I am a Goddess. So, when a man looks at the imperfections of my body or learns how wild my mind gets — and he doesn’t see me as a Goddess, I already know that he’s not a man of depth. I knows he’s not a man of art, a man of passion or of life — he’s a man that lacks substance, being led by the density of the world instead of leading himself. I know that his soul rots, his heart is dull, and his mind is a bore 🥱. Therefore, his flaws are not attractive to me either.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
A Stormy Surprise
Tink! Tink! Tink! The windows rattle. Frozen pellets fall from the sky. The stormy dance of nature begins. Like an arrow.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
The Ever-Changing Landscape
Life is just a journey, you pass by me, I pass by you, and then we go forward and practice separately. Play your role well and do what you should do.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Rainbow Doggy Heaven
The Rainbow Bridge Only those who have lost a pet to the rainbow bridge know how it feels. Giving life loving, nurturing, and protecting one so fragile and innocent,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets