Mental Health

Void
Empty moments. Silent crescendo. Liminal existence. Once upon a time, In the days when the world was green And no stain on the moon was seen
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
Healing Power of Time
Time is the healer of all wounds, The quiet rhythm of life's tunes. It holds the Healing Power of Time, A force both tender and sublime.
By LASZLO SLEZAKabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Silence
There’s a quiet in the air tonight, not the kind that blankets stars, but the kind that lingers like smoke, hiding words behind its haze.
By Mercy Koladeabout a year ago in Poets
just a handful
just a handful of strangers who she can call friends on this long road through hell that may never end . she prays to the gods
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨about a year ago in Poets
Is Unrequited Love a Lonely Landscape?
This is the kind of relationship where you are the one who gives much more than you receive. Of course, it would, this sort of love future is going to be full of many more lessons for you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Girl Next Door
Softly she steps, like morning dew, With gentle grace, the skies break through. Her laughter’s light, her whispers kind, A quiet magic, undefined.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
The Grip and the Break: Intrusive Thoughts
Wake up, energy charged, ready to soar, Today’s the day I’ll break down doors. But wait—what’s that? A creeping dread—
By Cindy🎀about a year ago in Poets
A Matter Of Appreciation
“Life is a gift. Wake up every day and realize that” For anyone who has gone through a Life or death ‘situation’ and come through it Alive,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Use Your Freedom
“What you do makes a difference. And you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make” The very fact that this is a ‘choice’
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Identity
I am fragments scattered in the wind, pieces strewn by hands unseen, lost in the rush, in the hum and din somewhere in the fray, I lost what I mean.
By Kelabout a year ago in Poets
Decay
The very existence of tomorrow fills my chest with fear. I have no explanation or reasoning behind this feeling. Today, I remained stagnant - I did not want anyone asking about the tears.
By BrettNotGregabout a year ago in Poets
How Poets Build and Benefit from Community Support
Introduction Poetry, often a deeply personal and introspective art form, thrives in community settings. While many think of poetry as a solitary pursuit, poets have long relied on communities—whether small writing circles, workshops, or large online networks—for inspiration, feedback, and encouragement. This article explores how poets build meaningful connections and how these communities play a vital role in nurturing creative growth and career development.
By bachir boukhalfa about a year ago in Poets