Mental Health

Bonus Life
Calls dropped before the ring, excuses sing. Over-exert with no perks, what am I worth? Should it hurt yet? Lighthouse letters returned
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets
Blinded
Orchestrator of the tragedy-- 'someone, tell me what happened here?' Shakespeare and alien threats, death-defying fair sets,
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets
Letting Go. Runner-up in Breakup Nonet Challenge .
I held the kite alone this whole time, even as the winds tried to snatch this away. My hands are cut up from holding on and
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
The Power Of A Poem
i wrote a poem to heal the pain knowing we won’t be we again blending each rhyme carefully revealing hidden parts (Of me) allowing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Word Of The Day Poetry
Eclectic means selecting what appears best in various doctrines, methods or styles or composed of elements drawn from various sources. One definition from the Merriam-Webster
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Cropping lines
So I wrote this poem They wrote that it was cathartic and it really made me smile arctically I left all my severely abused crowd behind the curtain of their own chained stage and just became free in my own true self.
By Darkos2 years ago in Poets
I Used To Be A Dreamer, But Now I Can’t Even See Myself In The Future
“Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?” I paused, stunned and dumbfounded. Whenever people asked me that question, I had visions laid out before them. I had detailed and vivid descriptions of the person I aimed to become and the future I wanted to create. I would speak with unwavering certainty, my future stretching out before me with endless possibilities. That question was something I could answer in a blink of an eye. But now, I can’t answer it. I don’t have an answer anymore.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
The Beginning of the End
In shadows cast by fading light, A whisper stirs, a haunting sight, The clock ticks slow, the air feels tense, A quiet pause, a loss of sense.
By Mnqobi Thwala2 years ago in Poets
Bodies Are Not Battlefields
this torn body is no battlefield trussed up in wild violent words held in place by vitriol turned to a stony flesh but when you are gone
By Trish B2 years ago in Poets
heart-armor. Content Warning.
i think i'm dying - Marcus told me to - and i think of me as human, too. i grow like a stoic man's secret chance, so far away, so anxious;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Lost
Your letter came in the mail, saying our plans to marry were cancelled. You’d be married in two weeks but you’d always love me.
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
History, I guess
Hate is such a strong word, but my heart Is slowly filling up with, oh Searing pain at your lies and The manipulative
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Poets