Mental Health

Divorce hurts and wounds the children
Divorce hurts and wounds the children Divorce casts a shadow, cold and wide, Where once was warmth, now hearts divide. In silent rooms, the children lie,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 6
Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird Watch me front crawl through my cranium! Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird My epidermis so purpureous
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Universe. AI-Generated.
The stars do not speak, yet they tell a tale, Of lovers who dream and sailors who sail. The moon hums softly, a lullaby bright,
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Poets
Drifting, Learning, Growing
Many times, after trying your best, you no longer force things. You learn to adapt to life’s ups and downs. Gradually drifting apart, I learned to love myself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
"It Feels Better"
“Choose to be optimistic, it feels better” Another choice we make in Life is the very real choice to be “Optimistic”. This word
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Respect Yourself
“Do not let the behaviour of others destroy your inner peace” This is so True and ‘difficult’ to do sometimes because we all have
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Our Mental Health
“Happiness comes when we stop complaining about the troubles we have and offer thanks for all the troubles we don’t have”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Flame Down: Rising Above the Fires Within
Let me tell you something, friend. Life is a fire. It burns, it crackles, it roars. And sometimes, it feels like it’s burning you alive. Stress, anger, pain, regret—these are the flames that lick at your soul, leaving you raw, inflamed, and gasping for air. But here’s the truth: you are not the fire. You are the one who controls it. You are the one who decides whether it consumes you or fuels you.
By Christopher Ibok 2 years ago in Poets
There
Yes, I can only Dream to be there. Even a hard, constant press on the Where Won't get me there, Except palming in Where I can grip a life Out inside with the ribbon, There. With a marble, it does not care... For a fist. 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
Lies
-*- Of all the lies that I'd been told there is one that rings of true: that the only and great virtue is to break from one self hold.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
I'm just Scared
I miss you Other than my mind Where are you Without you My heart has no use I just feel it beating against my chest It keeps me up at night
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Mother Winter
Winter begins to tuck me in at the end of November like a mother who knows her child is over tired and needs rest She wraps me with a cozy blanket
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets