Mental Health
Emotions
Emotions: A Poem It’s not the unknown that scares me most, Nor love, rejection, nor being alone; It’s being left alone with my thoughts, In a realm where my mind freely roams.
Zsofia MeszarosPublished a day ago in PoetsA Best Friend's Tali
A Best Friend’s Tail <><><><><><><><> In fields of green, we roam and play. Your joyful bark lights up the day. With fur so soft and eyes so bright,
Rony SutradarPublished a day ago in PoetsScars-3
I used to feel bad for what might happen to you Then you showed your true self And I realized who you really are You’re just another scar
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsTrue Nature
Crossing over my lines like you're drunk at the wheel Careless to anyone else, how they feel How they act, how they bleed
The Split Mind of the Struggling Artist
You have attempted the impossible to no avail, how does it feel to know you have failed. The experience was a success in it of itself and a major improvement to my mental health.
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Remember
“Remember the weeping tree?” “Oh, yes! We became best friends at that tree. Mother made me go outside to make friends. Shy, I still approached. Stick in hand, dragging as you made a path, I spoke and said hi”
Dachelle DachellePublished a day ago in Poets THE BRIGHTNESS OF DARKNESS
THE BRIGHTNESS OF DARKNESS In the darkest times of life, we find, A spark of wisdom, deep in mind, Experience blooms where shadows fall,
Glory WriterPublished a day ago in PoetsTell your worries to return tomorrow
Tell your worries to return tomorrow. Exile it down the path of sorrow. Then, change yourself to be one of joy And work your muscles till worry’s but your toy.
Serenade of the Phoenix Love
When the fire burned through the streets In that moment the two of one meets When the city crumbled from the inside In that moment their love did not subside
J. K. AndersonPublished a day ago in Poets- Content Warning
Why Did She Stay?
She’s 18, at a frat party. Spotted, targeted, by a senior. He gets her to his room, Puts on a comedy special, (Louis C.K., ironically)
Veronica WrenPublished a day ago in Poets - Content Warning
Anxiety comes in waves
There is always a loop, that may connect the dots of people and stories of people. These patterns have clicks that often click once, twice, thrice.
circles the poet
I'm not sure what I'm doing. Do you see what I see? Lipstick on a pig. Achievements never looked good on me. A million awards but the presentation is tainted. Painted talons are still sharp. A soft mouse still a pest. A spider with cute eyes still with eight spiny legs. Do you see what I see?