Mental Health

Things That Only Come to Mind from Old Memories
History is just a repeat. People need to know history. To avoid making the same mistakes again. People are constantly overwhelmed by their emotions.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Instrumental Googling, My Life
Instrumental googling— today's plan set... for what's new, fullingly. Early this morning: an egg stuffin', two multigrain wheat breads, ... toughened. Rushin' to get things through— finally loose, relieved from googling, today. A fast lunch break, a fast dinner, and grace on the go... all the while, googling! In the morning, a few defining moments— then away. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
In Another Life
In another life, he rode the waves. A mundane catch; A Monday slave Until one day when his ship docked The mission done; the service stopped.
By Hector Gonzalezabout a year ago in Poets
Emotional Overload
Emotional Overload It builds slow a breath I forgot to take a room too bright a silence that screams louder than sound I set the kettle boiling
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Gossamer House
Built on past disappointments and lies, unseen by the stranger passing by. Constructed of whispers and hollow words. This house, also known as “a curse”,
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Pretend we have forever
It's been a while! I've been focusing a lot of my efforts on my Substack, but I did this poem the other day and thought it would be nice to publish it here as well.
By Bradley Ramseyabout a year ago in Poets
Proud Stilettos
She ran high on stilettos and pride, intoxicated by the atmosphere of her small town. Respected, yet ignored all else. Believing this was it.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
They usually don't listen
Speaking without hope of being heard has become all too common. We tiptoe around fragile feelings, but sacrifice our own pride.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
The Reel
I am pieces, and once gathered, I am whole — but the puzzle of me is difficult. The start was clear and painless, only to raise the height of my fall,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Each piece put together makes a picture
Continue — just one word that expresses the will to go forward, to push through every hardship one may encounter. Continue,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
We Never Went Back
She said, “Bring your things.” So I packed my favorite cassettes- voices I knew by heart- My Little Ponies with chewed-up hooves,
By Danielle Katsourosabout a year ago in Poets