Mental Health

5/12/25
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Aging
Hard to believe this body— which I protected, from so many dangers, fed with delicious food, gave rest to every night— will fall apart gradually.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Undying Love
What is worthy? Why am I worth it? I'm clearly unstable yet you label me perfect. You tell me I'm gentle, You show me affection,
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
Forgiveness
Forgiveness isn't for the violence, its for the victim.
By Maili Paulabout a year ago in Poets
Feelings Haiku
Feelings Haiku Sad fed up depressed Questioning one’s own bad thoughts Not one answer here
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Forever My Home
Forever My Home Your arms have been my safest place, Your smile, my light in every space. You held my fears, you knew my heart,
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
A Tax for Public Trust Betrayed
A soldier in civvies / an army of one / marched into a pizza joint / brandishing a long gun. His mission for naught / He only fired a single shot /
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
When Feelings Fade: Is It Numbness or Inner Peace
Feelings occur frequently in daily life, and when they stop generating intense emotional responses, then we become aware of our personal development and inner tranquility.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
rationed abilify
i took another pill this morning to try to look people in the eye, but mine filled with tears despite. i looked away because my optimism is waning and
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Stuck
My body is both my temple and torturer, to be worshipped and to be in agony with every step taken, the reminder that I am human.
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
The Colors of Life's Flowers
The Colors of Life's Flowers Pain ted on a deep blue backdrop, As if this winding life is veiled in mystery's wrap. Some flowers in a clear vase reside, Like our mistakes woven in varied tide. White, simple daisies, a symbol of peace, Beside them, orange's warm release.
By MD Mehedi Hasan fans of Alam Sir.about a year ago in Poets
What if
And I'm again sitting here with all these people around and I don't know how I finally ended up in this pink gown How long it will take
By Stacy Smithabout a year ago in Poets