Mental Health

When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words
In a world of noise, where voices collide, Truth often hides, with nowhere to reside. Between every sentence, a pause takes its stand,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Are you ready for your better days?
We all have unhappy days before things get better. These days may feel long, or they may be just a passing moment. So be patient and give good luck some time.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Your Inner Voice
“Listen to your own voice, your own soul. Too many people listen to the noise of the world instead of themselves.” Each one of us
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
The Quality
“Life and time are the best teachers. Life teaches us the use of time and time teaches us the value of life.” Every day of our lives,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Just Stop!
“Sometimes you just need to disconnect and enjoy your own company.” Like we need to rest after a physically demanding day,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Flora and Freaks. Winner in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge. Top Story - August 2025.
smiling in checkout lines kneeling in pews a child can raise the gun and doesn’t look much different than you * a father can betray his ring
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Vanishing Man and the Spiral Dispatch
The Moment of Knowing I spiraled through the dream, back and forth, feather to flame, scroll to mirror. I kept saying it,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
I hate it here
Friday night, she talks on the phone, Getting yelled by a man she loved before She washes the dishes and mops the floor Getting yelled by a man she loves no more
By Helen about a year ago in Poets
Love comes as peace
Love comes as peace, love comes as bliss, lightness, and the free flow of youthful and golden energy. Don't miss this opportunity, free yourself from all limitations,
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
The escape that changed my voice
I have arrived. I thought I did, or is it possible to suffer in an imaginary world? The tender hands become unkind in a nocturnal image. Barefoot witnesses the cold mortal voice of the escape. Footprints behind remind of the pain rooted by the unkind hands. Tears of the unknown shadows scar into my swollen face.
By Johana Torresabout a year ago in Poets
For Kobee
Kobee, can you hear me? You seemed happy yesterday. In my dreams I see you clearly; When I wake you’ve gone away. Kobee, did you mean it?
By Luke Haymonsabout a year ago in Poets