Mental Health
Smiles Veiling Sorrows
Behind the brightest smiles, unseen, lies pain, A silent storm within, a heavy chain. With every laugh, a whispered cry, Concealing depths where shadows lie. The world may see the joy that gleams, Yet underneath, it's not as it seems. For every grin that graces the face, There's a story hidden, a darker space. Beneath the mask of happiness worn, Lies the ache of hearts that's torn. Each smile a shield, each chuckle a guise, Hiding the tears in sorrow's guise. But oh, the strength in that fragile smile, A beacon of hope, even in trial. For despite the pain that it may hide, It radiates courage, deep inside. So let us cherish those smiles so bright, For they may harbor battles fought in the night. And with compassion's touch, may we lend an ear, To the pain behind the smiles so dear.
By Ann-Marie Martin3 years ago in Poets
I Don’t Feel Like Writing Today
Day 51/366 days of writing pieces in 2024. When I was going through my life coaching certification in 2019, the CEO of our company had us do writing exercises to get in touch with our feelings. She stressed how much power there was in writing exactly what we were thinking and feeling. Even if the exercise led to things like “this is a dumb exercise” or “I don’t want to write” or “I don’t know what to write about” And so today I found myself remembering that and I allowed myself to write exactly that. Because the truth today is “I don’t feel like writing today” I’m consumed with getting ready for my art show this weekend that I wrote about yesterday (read here) and I want all my brain power for that. Yet allowing myself to follow the prompt I gave myself below let me get a decent piece out. Lesson: write how you feel. Don’t hold back.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy173 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of Joy: A Poetic Ode to the Positive Novel Writer in Nature"- Content writer and Content creator, Prompt Engineer / Scientist TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh.
In fields of gold and meadows fair, There wanders one who's free of care, A writer, with a heart aglow, In nature's arms, they find their flow.
By Taslema Akther Runu3 years ago in Poets
Kalopsia. Top Story - February 2024.
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye As I weave in and out of the crowd Surreptitiously watching you ~~~~~ You're becoming delirious Uncertain if I'm real Or hallucinatory I seem to be omnipresent ~~~~~ It is so messed up Because there you stand In front of your bride Engulfed by thoughts of me Amidst your wedding ~~~~~ I laugh in exultation
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Poets
Guiding Light in the Darkness
In the quaint village of Glenwood, nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, there lived a girl named Lily. With eyes as bright as the morning sun and a heart as pure as the dew-kissed petals of a rose, she was beloved by all who knew her.
By sudip tarafder3 years ago in Poets
