Mental Health

Cherish And Appreciate
“Having a place to go — is a home. Having someone to love — is a family. Having both — is a blessing” All of these things
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
You Are Just As Special
“Make someone smile every day, but never forget that you are someone too” Love others but love yourself also. Smiling does so many good things
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Walking. Top Story - July 2025.
First steps, jubilance, second steps laughter, third steps a bit further Further from me. In the first days first steps were celebrations, smiles,
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Born Of Earth And Light
I was born of earth and light, Where soil and sun in secret write The name of all who walk the land, Molded by dust, shaped by hand.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Pretty Little Chaos
Words Pretty little words In such pretty little chaos The world doesn't know What I pretend to be made of You’ll never know me
By Gail Fredricksabout a year ago in Poets
Splash
I’m rinsing a cup, thinking about nothing, really, just the splash of water the water against the sink— when he’s there.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
I Forgot Already
I’m halfway up the stairs and completely blank. I know I came up here for… something. I pause dramatically, like that will jog my memory.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
In the Absence of Light
It happened on a dark and chilly night Suddenly awoken from my sleep Dreaming about another life Breathlessly, I lay on my bed
By A. D. Myersabout a year ago in Poets
The Closed Book
The Closed Book I don’t say much, I never did there’s strength in knowing what to rid Let others talk and bare their soul
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Personal Growth. Content Warning.
I meditate long on the Muse's lively bliss Whose call goes out like a shockwave rolling across the landscape
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Unready to love
Unready to love I carry a weight with no handle, burdens stitched to the lining of my chest. My hands shake at the thought of holding someone else's heart-
By Sinesipho Dinizuluabout a year ago in Poets
Was Our Shared Goodness the Truest Part of Us?
We were once good. The best part is that we were all once good in each other's eyes. I still remember how good you were to me. I also know that, at that time, we were all sincere. I don't plan to forget this feeling. Our incompatibility is real, but our sincerity and happiness are also real.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets