The Inheritance of Unlived Dreams She walked in footsteps not her own, a path her mother once was shown. Not by love, nor by design,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
Help Me? Mental Health Can no one hear my cry for help? Where are my friends, my family — when I need you most? My mind is a storm,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Mental Health Can Anyone Hear Me. You go to the doctor, your life’s in a spin, "Take these pills," they say, “you’ll feel better within.”
You kept putting me in the same position Got me through Spinning me around like a cycle Orbiting like Saturn circulating the blazin' Sun
By Gladys W. Muturi2 years ago in Poets
Mental Health Who Cares? They call it progress, but I see the same silhouettes waiting in quiet rooms, pale walls echoing questions
Give a monkey a banana and a gold bar, and it will choose the banana. It does not understand that a gold bar could buy millions of bananas.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Like a river finding its course, transformation carves its path, through the landscape of the self. Like the river's streams of water,
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
Sadness, in some cases, can be so overwhelming to the point where it feels like your brain’s been overtaken and is eating itself away
There are two types of murder I can think of: one is outright murder in of itself, and the second is a more subtle variation,
As you lay your head upon your berth Tossing and turning in your bunk Your body fighting off blessed slumber Clear your mind from the day’s stress
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of My Words He burned my poetry, all 180 poems, gone each one a thread I wrote from the tender age of 11 to the fragile woman of 17.
The Spirit’s Journey This poem reflects the journey of the soul, from spiritual beginnings, through material distractions, and back to spiritual wisdom in old age.
