Mental Health

Dear You
Dear You, Yes You, You who gives me the stare, You who send fierce whispers above my ear, I hear you and every word you say,
By Just Danielabout a year ago in Poets
Dream Materialized
I was in the middle of infertility, having a child seemed impossible. We are traditional people— we believe marriage and children,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Just Leave. Content Warning.
They say just leave... they don't see the holes in the walls that remind me that they could be put through me. They say just leave...
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
No Winning. Content Warning.
Kiss me Kill me Bite me Thrill me Why do I cry Tears of red While you lie In my bed We both hang on By a Thread Hold my hand
By Kylie Hunnelabout a year ago in Poets
This Canvas of My Skin
To see the pieces of my soul laid bare on the canvas of my skin is one thing. To touch & help reassemble them is another. Such is to enter into the hallowed depths of my anguish, passion, hope & joy.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Poets
Words To Live By
Cherishing Hope and Conquering Doubt, These are the mantras I can't live without. When my mind was a dungeon, full of pain,
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochianabout a year ago in Poets
Narcissist Haiku
Narcissist Haiku Narcissist no more I played all the winning cards I stopped loving you
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
e d g e s . Top Story - May 2025.
watch me fly beyond my edges — dash outside the lines paint a mural of expansion — spiral upward undefined see me cut threads of a loop wound tight around my mind
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
Threats of Violence
Threats of violence Sexual favors Punish with silence In sixty-nine flavors Cat has your tongue and you by the balls Late night hours, secret calls
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Battle For My Mind. Content Warning.
My eyes snap open, wide awake now. Fluttering memories of my dream linger. I remember last night, how embarrassed I felt,
By Jesse Leungabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Tree
She is a tree - not planted, but rooted, in truths buried deep beneath the surface. In the ache of old wounds, the echo of every storm she has stood through.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
To the heart, who got what it wanted:
Hey you, If you are asking; yes, it still hurts. Every goodbye, every ending. You still feel it deeply. But don’t worry, you have perfected that introduction you were working on and were so nervous about. Let the anxious one in you be reassured, you hold yourself better now.
By Mingling with the Moon about a year ago in Poets