Mental Health

There’s A Seat Waiting For You At Tables You Haven’t Even Seen Yet
Introduction Life is full of unexpected twists, hidden opportunities, and possibilities we may not even realize are on the horizon. It's easy to get caught up in our day-to-day routines, sometimes believing that our future is just more of the same. But here's a refreshing truth: there are "tables" waiting for you, places where your presence is wanted, and opportunities designed just for you. You may not see them now, but they're there - awaiting the moment when you're ready to claim your seat.
By Muhammad Nadeem2 years ago in Poets
Running On Time
Why does life have to run on time Why do I have to wait for opportunities Why do things close and open on a certain date Life shouldn't have to be a chase
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
calm.
“You're so calm.” Said with that Same tone of wonder That's become so familiar. That phrase, always uttered Unaware of the storm that rages
By Bex Jordan2 years ago in Poets
Mirror, mirror, shattered there
I smashed a mirror Pieces flew every which way Each reflecting a different me Each with something different to say Parallel partial realities
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Windows of desire
If worlds were windows, people would peer, If life were clay, they'd shape it clear. If money were seeds, they'd plant with care,
By Chisom2 years ago in Poets
Give Me My Medication. Content Warning.
Your skin of molten sugar once made music Of broken violins: playing as no one could Listen, here: your voice behind your neck
By Branden Navedo2 years ago in Poets
You Must Be Angry
Have you ever made a mountain crop out of nothing? Or changed the course of a river? How about changed a king's mind? Have you caused autumn to become a winter? Or even talked a butterfly out of a cocoon? Could you do all these things if only you had a magic wand or just the right words for an incantation? I think not. Yet in your (Opti-mystic) arrogance you deny that something might be greater than yourself. It must be wonderful to be the master of your own world and being. But can you make it last forever? Nope!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Mute
I'm mute, unable to open my lips and let the flood roar. It doesn't stop the waves crashing against my teeth, Doesn't eliminate the tide pulling my wishes to the tip
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
100 Days Of Grief
Petal blush rays, Penetrated my weary eyes, a tired haze. I hear Alexa’s automatic voice, Announcing the date with quiet rejoice.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Seek and You Shall Find
No matter who leaves you, don't forget that before he came, you were living alone. What you can't let go of is unwillingness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
What is a Friend?
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole. Through storms of despair and moments of cheer, They walk by our side, always near. In silence, they listen, with hearts open wide, A shoulder to lean on, a trusted guide. With secrets shared under starlit skies, Their presence brings comfort, like the sun's rise. In joy, they celebrate, in pain, they console, A friend is a treasure, a heart's true goal. Through the ups and downs, the twists of fate, A friend is the love that will never abate. In the journey of life, hand in hand we stand, For in the embrace of friendship, we find our true land. So cherish the moments, both big and small, For a friend is a blessing, the greatest gift of all. In the garden of life, they bloom and they grow, A bond that is timeless, in our hearts, they glow.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Poets
Lost Memories
Fading shadows, dim and deep, Whispers of memories I long to keep. Faces drift like clouds in the night, Fragments lost beyond my sight. Once, laughter echoed through halls, But time has worn those ancient walls. Silent rooms, where voices played, Now hold secrets that gently fade. Hands I held, now shadows cold, Stories untold, memories old. I reach through mist, through veils unseen, For the life I lived, a past serene. The scent of rain, a touch of snow, Echoes of places I used to know. Each glance back feels so faint, so far, Like reaching for a distant star. Years erode what heart can’t bear, Yet in the quiet, they linger there. Lost moments drift, a forgotten song, In memory’s haze, where they belong. I walk alone where echoes lie, In the chambers of a silent sky. A dream, a whisper, an unseen tear, Fading softly, yet held dear.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets