Mental Health

Whispers of the Sparrow
In dawn’s gentle light, a sparrow takes flight, With wings of grace, it soars in sight. Amidst the bustling world, it sings its song,
By KVarnas2 years ago in Poets
Continuation to poem "loneliness"
A lightning bolt, a deafening roar, Struck the oak by Sarah's door. Her faithful friend, in its nest it lay, Silenced forever, on that fateful day.
By KVarnas2 years ago in Poets
Silent Sorrow's Symphony
In the depths of solitude, I dwell Slowly consuming my own hell Striving hard, tucked away on the shelf Each day mirrors the last, in itself
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
Powerful Thought Generator
Lalalalalala — distraction by noise, by singing, by humming, Pathetic! ** My attempt; my decision not to think about it,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
ESFP "The Bold Trailblazer"
With hearts ablaze, ESFP souls ignite, A warmth infectious, spreading pure delight. In life's grand stage, they tread with playful grace,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
ESFP "The Charismatic Host"
With heart aflame and spirit ever bright, The ESFP, a jester in the sun, Doth charm the world with laughter warm and light,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Shine On
Escaping own's shine to briefly lighten the controlling edges of another, Covertly darkened unexpectedly by one who cruelly chose to dim.
By ANITA RACHELLE2 years ago in Poets
An Animated Coffee Morning
A sip of warmth and spice In a whirl of sweet delight Coffee takes a twirl Dancing on my countertop. Yesterday the day at the campus was a headache, there were back-to-back calls with a sudden influx of patients. I didn't even get a moment to relax and when I returned home, I hugged my mom thanking her for the meal before ending up in bed, dead tired.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Hermit
I have been a bit drawn away from here for a while now. I go through these phases I like to call “Hermit mode”. Can I be transparent?
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Kindness and Self-Preservation
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
By KVarnas2 years ago in Poets
Questions I'd like to ask my ex.
In the depths of night, beneath the moon's soft gleam, Questions dance within my mind, a silent stream. I ponder things unsaid, moments left unturned,
By Suzan Chauke2 years ago in Poets
Screaming into the Void. Content Warning.
For months, I grieved. Right up until the end, I was under the impression that our two-year relationship was going great. You made me believe that.
By Test2 years ago in Poets