Mental Health

A poem on generational addiction: "Sweet Nothing, Sweet Princess". Content Warning.
Once upon a time, there was a sweet nothing that they called Princess who dreamed only of white knights, white fences, and perfect princes.
By Auspicious Wren2 years ago in Poets
Frozen hearts
I didn't breathe a word of it, thinking to change its fate. If I won't give it thought or mind, perhaps it'll dissipate.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Whispering wind
In the quiet of the night, When stars shine so bright, Whispers of the winds call, Through the trees, so tall. Moonlight dances on the sea, Casting shadows, wild and free. Nature sings its gentle tune, Beneath the watchful, silver moon.
By Ribin2 years ago in Poets
Summer's Dream
The Sun-kissed days of gold. Where the golden sunsets glow. Laughter echoes through the fields. Waves dance on the shore.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Help Me Please
Here comes my demons Everything has me waiting at the edge. Listening carefully for the voices to call to me Please take me away from all this pain.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
Life Stings
Words come much easier when I write them on paper they stumble with trouble, fumbling out of my mouth You ask me politely how I am feeling
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
New mother emerging - Postpartum blues
When I dreamt of becoming a mother, the dream was a beautiful, soft and … perhaps an easier time? Reality is that motherhood is brutal. A coming of age. It’s breaking you down and building you up.
By Muma JoJo2 years ago in Poets
Faith Death / God’s Rage
to give so much of the soul to Him to fragment the mind and spirit in ways i did not and could not see left a gaping hole in me
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Where’s dad?
I see. No support. No rapour. Emotionally exhausted. Tired mother. Unsupported. Is what I see. He sees. Nagging. Annoying. Incompetence.
By Muma JoJo2 years ago in Poets
Sleepless nights
Laughter. Boo. I’m going to scare you. Little footsteps. Pitter patter. Come closer. I’ll get you. They run. they laugh. and jump into your arms.
By Muma JoJo2 years ago in Poets
Love Lost, Longing
I STARE. I don't mean to, but I long for what they have. A cold shudder runs down my back as I watch them embrace I feel the emptiness
By Simon George2 years ago in Poets
I Could Have Waited
I COULD HAVE WAITED Life and chance happens to all, but do you know we all are the architects of our future? Waiting more often than not is so boring, not to mention your family, friends and colleagues who keep prying, letting you know, in a subtle way in some cases, that you are a failure before you even had a chance to turn 21.
By Gratitude LEKUNKENG2 years ago in Poets