Mental Health

The House That Held Her back
The House That Held Her back Eleven years, the walls still whisper, A quiet ache that will not wither, Where shadows stretch a little too long,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Chatterbox Wife Who Won’t Shut Up
The Chatterbox Wife Who Won’t Shut Up Oh, Maggie’s mouth’s a motor car, It vrooms and zooms both near and far. From sunrise’s peep to midnight’s hush,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Gyrating
Listen to the song that inspired the image that, in turn, inspired the poem while you read🩷. Always part of a group She never arrives alone
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
ghosts
I want you to be held I know it is comfort you need. I hear it in my voice when I recite your words No spotlight yet, but it's in the undertones.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
everything, all at once. Top Story - March 2025.
perhaps to be human is to fail to crack open like an egg, to ruin and foil, to make mistakes to try and try until your bones ache with it
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Double Standard . Content Warning.
Words don't mean what words mean That's the lesson that you taught When things get fraught Suddenly your own methods turn mean.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Fear Enters (When)
When I'm good, Or when I say a word Is sinned. When I'm bad, When I speak another Style/Language, I'm an alien. When I'm afraid... Keeps givin' and Keeps presentin'. When I'm brave, A stealin' A fear Enters chillin'. Namin' me... A yellow belly. 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. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Finding Happiness in Parting
True relief isn't found in stopping the tears. Instead of simply crying, I can look back on everything with a smile. The feeling lingers. There are regrets, but I understand the reasons behind them. There is regret, but I also understand that my regret isn't necessarily shared by the other person.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
A gentle relapse
1. Here, I am. I am not! Once graced in hopeful strides. Yet, here I am again. “How did I even get here?”I ask myself.
By Victor Bondzie2 years ago in Poets
i forget
i forget the good but it scratches at my mind seeking out a smile
By crayoncreative2 years ago in Poets
Soldier's Song
He’s been fighting an uphill battle Since the day that he was born In a war that wasn’t his intention It was passed down to him
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere
Sunshined daydreams Sunstreaked fantasies Hilltop sanctuary Sunkissed visions Sun-drenched musings Cloud-speckled haven
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets