Mental Health

SO I scream
My voice feels so far away I can't hear myself With each word My throat strains No louder than the rain It feels in vain
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Long Goodbyes
It's raining from my wrist puddles pool onto the floor I think back on my life what it used to be before it all just got to me
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
self-love
it means a lot to you not to hurt yourself not self-harm whenever you fall appreciate every moment alone lift, soothe, ignore
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
My dogs addicted to sour lemons
My dogs addicted to sour lemons A curious sniff, a cautious lick, A moment later—oh, too quick! The taste is sharp, the sting is real,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I am like a robot
I am like a robot I am like a robot, trapped and confined, Wires and circuits control my mind. One ear whispers with fire and lies,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Bobbies
Bobs... Off their game. Is it away? Or a way of Silent jobs. Is today Until the job Of bobbing apples... The prob'. 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
Box of chocolates
It's not the first lone lovers day. And since history repeats, probably not my last. It is my first time, not devouring all the wine, creating another empty heart. You know, the plastic kind filled with salted remorse. Instead I'll smile on the moments when we really did share love.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
February Winds
The weather was my wind vane. Overcast. Rainy. Frigid. Wind-blown. Now, that ice is cracking, dripping down, Softening into something that pools.
By Philip Canterbury2 years ago in Poets
The Angry “Black man.”
The angry man is a madman. He’s walking through streets of contempt, eyes sharp, shoulders tense, clutching fragments of a shattered mirror
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
I’m wounded.
How do you explain a war with no blood, a battlefield beneath the skin, where the enemy wears your face and the fight never ends?
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The Quiet Beyond
The Quiet Beyond There is a place beyond the storm, where thoughts dissolve, unshaped, unborn. A silent depth, a boundless space,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
Dead and Gone
Is it a good thing? I know that people are laughing at me as I smile, but in my mind, I laugh with them too. The pain is gone, is it a good thing?
By Jui Han2 years ago in Poets