Mental Health

Pumpkins, Hay, & All That You May
Soul Soothing Journey I wasn’t sure what to believe, where to go, or whom to be. So, I decided to close my eyes, come alive, and allow my soul to see — to speak, to feel, to listen, to grow — to be free from the daily robotic life of go – go – go.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Poets
everybody hates me...
when you sit comfortably numb in a chair I sway, trying to keep my balance instead it’s not the physical ailments that hold me down
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Poets
The Dragon in Me
Here is a link to the group where this challenge by Celia in Underland was posted... The struggles are endless... I can't drive, work full time, or go to my dream college.
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
Water
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Far Away
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"Joy's Radiance" ( Content writer and Content creator, Prompt Engineer TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh )
In laughter's echo, happiness resides, A symphony of mirth where joy abides, Where sunbeams dance on cheeks aglow, And hearts in jubilant rhythms flow.
By Taslema Akther Runu2 years ago in Poets
An Old Owl
An old wise owl, lived in an oak, The more he saw, the less he spoke, The less he spoke, the more he heard, The more he heard, the less he responded,
By Arif Ali2 years ago in Poets
With The Holidays Over
The holidays are over boy that's a bummer. To see everyone go about there day, without a kind word to stay. Hustle, hustle everyone runs at the speed of light, and here I am not.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
Clearing Out Clothes
Dear Grandpa, ~ I cleared out your clothes today. I saw your favorite shirt, And your favorite grey wooly jumper, You always used to wear in winter.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
Memory Care
Dispatcher: 9-1-1, what is the location of your emergency? Caller: Eleanor, is that you? Dispatcher: No sir, this is 9-1-1, do you have an emergency?
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Title ( Poem) : "Whispers of a Good Life" ( Content writer and content creator Prompt Engineer Taslema Akther Runu from Bangladesh )
Not in mansions built of gold, Nor riches endlessly unrolled, But in sunlit mornings, kiss of breeze, And laughter echoing through the trees.
By Taslema Akther Runu2 years ago in Poets
The Breath of the Wind
I close my eyes I hear sound but I am not sure what it is It feels like wind But not any wind This wind is salted The sound of the tents flapping
By Tommaso Bordignon2 years ago in Poets