Mental Health

wind beyond the window
when i stir in the night, the world tilts on its axis it is not a sight, but a feeling a third eye opening unveiling nothing but the dark
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Is Age a Gift, and Self-Love Our Greatest Redemption?
People and things in the world have their time to come and go. We just need to cultivate ourselves to be our best and then wait quietly."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers from the Tavern
At the stall of beauty, full of colorful flowers, At the beauty of mountains, filled with bright sights, Young love walks on rooftops like magic,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Brandished Truth
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, rather a hammer on my tongue, the iron and wood of it mimicking my bones. Only use it for good, they said.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Gift?... or A Curse? (Life With ADHD)
A gift or a curse- What is this acronym? I myself lean towards the former, and dare I describe it as forsaken. I'm sorry to say...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
The Day the Love Died
The Day the Love Died No thunderclap, no curtain fall just silence swelling down the hall a look, too long, too cold to mend
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Escape for the Condemned
Deep inside the walls where man goes to suffer Our poor and wretched souls have no escape from pain The howls of the dammed ring in the ears of all who enter
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
No, Not a Monster. Top Story - June 2025.
I was precipitate before a setting sun, wanting and wasted, temerarious in hope, devoted endlessly to the idea that even people come in pairs.
By Shalsabout a year ago in Poets
A Witch Emerges
They said it was madness, when my voice stopped folding, my edges now razor tipped. I stopped nodding like a daisy in a room full of battleaxes,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Is Every Goodbye a New Hello?
I've always believed that the beginning and end of a relationship between people should be marked by a ceremony—a romantic start when falling in love, and a proper farewell when breaking up. Later, I discovered that most relationships between people begin inexplicably and end without any warning.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
What do I have left?
It’s getting hard to breathe… * My heart beats unsteady, Uneasy in my chest. Like it doesn’t belong. …I know the feeling.
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
Hiraeth
The old house I grew up in now seems rather empty And I find myself wandering in its yard Am I really there, or is it just a memory?
By Jasmine Kozakabout a year ago in Poets