Mental Health

Never
“You’re a fighter. Look at everything you’ve overcome. Don’t give up now” This is one time when looking back is Good for you —
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
A Day Dedicated to My Weakness. Top Story - February 2025.
I long for a day dedicated to my weakness. A day that I don’t need to hurry and wipe my tears, that I can just let them go from my nearly filled ducts.
By Ann ☕️2 years ago in Poets
Pile
The alarm rings my arms outstretch they are quickly filled dirty laundry dirty dishes spilled milk that tiny eyes are crying over
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Homeless Haiku
Homeless Haiku Homeless no warm bed freezing floors, shop door ways cold sad yet no one cares
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Lost Words Of A Homeless Man
Lost Words Of A Homeless Man He once wrote stories, Words flowing like a stream, Papers filled with heroes, Chasing every dream.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Mad Jacks Mother Haiku
mad Jacks Mother haiku Mad jack daft int head fed his dogs to his mother she’s barking mad now
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love: A Beautiful Tragedy
The greatest scars are given by the closest ones. The more you love, the more you're hurt. Falling in love is easy, But falling out of it costs a lifetime.
By Rhythm2 years ago in Poets
Wholly Fractured
the visage of someone broken "only someone run down, worn out through tired suffering or who picks up the burdens they bear
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Set Clocks or Set Times
My division, A math line. Walkways at first look, A clock spinning, Digital blind. All I wanted was To be on time. Learned from Peter Pan ... the movie, Hook! Fresh in the mind, But still, all I wanted was To be on time... Reference points took Like a lens, focused on wind. Thinking if shattered... Set clocks or set times. 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
Bare
What would you see, if I stripped down, past the bone of me and bore my soul? Would you see a noceur flower, taciturn in pearlescent nature,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets