Mental Health

Gentle Thorns
A good thing after a bad thing, I squint my eyes, I replay the past, Suspicious. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. No such thing as a bad thing, only lessons
By Madison Jadeabout a month ago in Poets
Summer Smile
It is Summer time If you worship the sun If you want to Smile You are now having fun If you are sun bathing And don't want to get burned Put on your sun tan lotion From past lessons learned
By Susan Paytonabout a month ago in Poets
Why I Want to Learn to Read My Poetry Aloud (And Why You Should Too). Top Story - August 2026.
Right. Before we begin, I’m gonna have to warn you. The following video contains me, sitting in my garden, reading aloud a poem I wrote this very morning while my girlfriend (aka trusty online-pimp/videographer) filmed from behind.
By Arthur Pendryabout a month ago in Poets
Please Take It. Top Story - August 2026.
I wrote a piece about not deleting your drafts and this piece is a prime example of why you shouldn't do it. I must have written this for a challenge and never completed it. Months ago, it was started. Here it is in its finished form and I'm really pleased with it. It might not have been something I'd have written in the first place as it may not meet the original challenge's criteria but having found it again and given it a polish, it's ready to be published and read.
By Rachel Deemingabout a month ago in Poets
The Conqueror at the Gate. Top Story - August 2026.
I once wanted to obliterate you, to raze you to the ground as so many conquerors are wont to do. I wanted to clear that looming shadow,
By Amanda Starksabout a month ago in Poets
The Gate Is Closed
I had to walk on glass Startled when hearing your voice The heat in your eyes terrified me The burning sensation I felt The life of hell
By TheAlivePoetessabout a month ago in Poets
The Ship Of Loveless Fools
The Ship Of Loveless Fools They sailed upon a restless sea, A ship of fools who couldn’t see, They searched for love from port to port, But never knew what love was for.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Mopping Up My Tears
Mopping Up My Tears I sit alone and wipe my tears, While thinking back across the years, So many things I can’t forget, So many things I still regret.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
I Write In Blood, Not Ink
I Write In Blood, Not Ink I write in blood, not ink, you see, Because these words are part of me, Each line I write comes from within, From every loss and every sin.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Write Something
I need to write something light Like butterflies Flowers Rainbows A sunny sky A cute bunny The color yellow I need to write something fun
By L.I.Eabout a month ago in Poets
Super Power
At the end of the day I am left with one question How did Jesus do it? Not get stress out when taking care of others Not even when dealing with His own trials
By L.I.Eabout a month ago in Poets
Berries of Summer
Examining the fruit I find its exterior Shiny and ripe ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗ A berry picked At the peak of freshness Summer’s highest height
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets