Mental Health

You Change
For what reason did you change? How did I respond? We were like siblings, and presently Your face is a wall without windows, while you
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
Sunrise Reflections
The chirping of birds outside my window coaxed me from my deep slumber. Opening my eyes, I sat up and stretched in the sun-filled room.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Can We Find Strength in Life’s Twists and Turns
Everyone in the world has the highs and lows of life. The thing we experience, whether it is good or bad, is all about the point of view.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Is Every Stranger a Teacher?
People continue to live under a heavy cloud in a manner that might seem like a ballet performance. But there we are still miserable and when we travel to look for happiness at the end of the world we always encounter strangers who pass by our lives once, and maybe twice.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Are People Constantly Changing?
In life, everything is always changing. With every passing moment, seasons change, plants bloom and wither, and people modify. People, mainly, can go through major transformations.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
My Emotional Support Dinosaur. Top Story - May 2024.
I bring it with me always Everywhere I go To work, to shops, to parties, Because it takes away my woe. I scarcely need to feed it,
By J. R. Lowe2 years ago in Poets
Night Mines
Why is it that I always find the night to be the greatest time for inspiration? That as soon as the clock hits midnight, my fingers ache to press the keys? 24 hours in the day, 16 waking hours, and my mind chooses the ones reserved for sleep...
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The Candle Within Four Glass Walls
I am the candle within the four glass walls, Flickering softly as the silent night falls. Loneliness is loneliness, a friend I know well,
By Lily💜 2 years ago in Poets
I Sit alone .
I sit alone for hours I keep telling my own stories to myself. What is wrong and what is right? I just keep thinking this. The sound of the cuckoo behind and the roar of flowing water in front. I just keep listening in my ears. I don't feel like leaving from one's own freedom where should I go leaving this behind On one hand this is freedom where I am the only one, I live within myself. If I go away from here So I don't know why? fill your mind with strangers I remain a slave.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Little Love
Most of the time we aim for big things, But we don’t understand the power of little things. Something as small as eyes can capture a big universe,
By Lazywriter412 years ago in Poets
Dark Shadows
Dark shadows are looming. I can feel them. pushing me backwards My life lacks direction, only wishes, but they don't come to fruition.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Bravery, Where are You?
Dear Bavery, Where are you? I don't feel you here any more Did my fear push you away? I need you to come back and bring Confidence with you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets