Mental Health

Kissing a Ghost
Kissing you is like pressing my mouth to frost on a window, the cold biting back, the glass refusing warmth. Your ghost lingers—
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Death
Death is not an ending, but a return. A soft release, like laying down a burden you have carried too far. It whispers,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Mind & Heart
Mind & Heart: A Journey Through Words I never thought words could save me. I had always seen poetry as something delicate—flowers pressed between the pages of a notebook, fleeting lines that sounded pretty but didn’t mean much. But when the world started to feel heavy, when mornings became battles and nights stretched endlessly, I found myself turning to the one thing I had ignored: poetry.
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Can anything overcome separation and death?
The most powerless things in this world are separation and death. There are some things you simply cannot change, no matter what you do. It is in these moments that you must decide to let go.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Wade through the treacle . Content Warning.
Surrounded by towers that are of my own making, I have shut out the world and now I’m alone. There is no one to call to tell that I am breaking,
By Beth Godfreyabout a year ago in Poets
Stronghold
The world is spinning, I am losing my mind, My faith is crumbling, My vision's going blind, I grasp in the dark, I find no steady hold,
By Simran Danielabout a year ago in Poets
Blood on the Scrolls
At the breast of the mother of invention I suckled from the teat of conviction In truth, I sought more than sweetness More than colostrum, rich in goodness
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Stray Hair. Content Warning.
Identical to a loose hair That squiky writhing feeling Creeps up Memories in the night Immediately identifiable Mimicking that second
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
FULCRUM
Often I sit in retrospection, recollection and future introspection— I view it like a seesaw, and I’m the fulcrum. That’s what I call in-between.
By YOOHabout a year ago in Poets
The Space Between Lines. Content Warning.
I suppose this is my punishment. Stuck between my past and my future, When a single line reminded me Of the miracle I gave up.
By Sharna Halliwellabout a year ago in Poets
BLOOD MOON RISING
September 7, 2025, marks a total lunar eclipse, also known as the Blood Moon, occurring in Pisces. This is not just any eclipse, it is a cosmic culmination, a spiritual turning point, and a moment of deep emotional release. Astrologers are calling it a time of karmic closure, hidden truths surfacing, and collective recalibration.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Lettuce
the thing about wanting is how it sits in your mouth like a pill you can’t swallow i keep checking my phone as if someone might have texted
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets