Mental Health

Creating Safety out of Nothing
I've never experienced the luxury Of safety being a place Of home being a home I get frustrated I feel sorrow because I don't know what the word means.
By Anna Sophia2 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Nothing
Once, there was a man named Jacob, and once, he had everything. A house that smelled of fresh bread and old books, a wife named Clara who filled the rooms with warmth, and a son, Liam, whose laughter was the melody that played through their every morning. Jacob had dreamed once—dreamed of growing old beside Clara, watching Liam’s first steps, his first words, his first heartbreak.
By DOMINION (GREED)2 years ago in Poets
I talk to my head
I talk to my head I talk to my crazy, stupid head, Under the spotlight, feeling misled. Thoughts collide, twist, and turn,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Roots of the Mind
Roots of the Mind Branches twist, shadows grow, A tangled forest we barely know. The weight of thoughts, both dark and deep,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Channel or Episode: The Back Man
I want act! Not a knockoff. I want bulb back! I want an antique filament To when I felt it... a Channel. What was that Channel again?! I can not remember These days. 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
when the writing brain disappears
stay where you are watching the scene before you staring and wondering if you can find words between molecules and cells put your hand to your ear
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Thrifted Identies
* familiar paths, all washed away the sun has gone, the sky is gray I'm not broken, just lost, today I'll paint a new smile on my face
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Tis the Season of Acceptance and Adjustment
Tis’ the season of acceptances and adjustments to my body’s needs, to my adult children’s needs, to not being needed as much,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Qualified
“Stop being a prisoner of the past. Become the architect of your future” The word “Control” comes to Mind. When we are in Control of our Lives,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
It Is 'Needed'!
“Self care is how you take your power back” When we look after our Lives, we are letting others know that we are in Control.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Courage!
“Don’t let fear of what could happen make nothing happen” Courage! Whatever will happen is a new opportunity for us to Learn new skills.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
The Serenity of Imperfection
I scorched out all childishness and wilfulness with adamancy and thus the wild slowly became sane, uninterested, and serious.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets