Mental Health

The Garden That Grew Inside Me
I didn’t always believe in soil. It just looked like dirt to me — messy, stubborn, hard to clean off. I didn’t understand how people found comfort in it, how they bent their backs for hours, how they called it peaceful.
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
The flat next door
The flat next door. By Ross E F Lombardi. . They party all night. The noise keeps me awake. But I do not feel mad. .
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
Quiet Things That Cling. Content Warning.
I don't want to die. But some nights, I want to disappear so gently Even the dust wouldn't notice. There are thoughts that knock-
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
Everything At Once
Sometimes it's hard to feel Feeling everything at once Thinking about everything at the same time Take a deep breath Ground yourself
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Life's Dance Card
Fancy free, feet loose dancing on your shoes, toddling till my toes could tap, frying like bacon on the carpet, sizzling away from the fleeting
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Food For Thought. Content Warning.
I know there's a battle going on‐ a war that I'm repeatedly told has already been won... that there's reason not to give up, but...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Echo in the Espresso
This is part of Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
What Did I Do
What Did I Do For all eternity, you said, but eternity slipped out the back door while I stood in white, believing. We died the day we said I do
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You Leave Me Broken
You Leave Me Broken You leave me broken, not in halves but in thin slivers no one sees I smile through glass that cuts my mouth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Forever Haunted.... Content Warning.
My intention came from compassion, love and care... Because you were struggling with age day after day. The light and joy that once filled you was now rare...
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
Young, Assaulting Movie-Beings
My— an experience, that will never escape. They’re too young to be assaulting. It's the same scary movie we used to live... right? with me in it— seeing the young and the arrested. Illegal possession, unlawful entry, and young with— and vested. Movies— "I have a dream" of becoming a hip-hop artist. “You’ve made your bed,”— I said! Now, lie in it. 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
Mourning Cry
I got triggered this morning, a random scene from a film moving me to tears. * The vignette was emotional, certainly, but it was really only the tipping point.
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets