Mental Health

Resonate; a Poem for Us
Upon our island smiles fade as salty splashes wash away hope, rising us to harboured truths Wading within gritty futures, always believing sunsets bring sunrise in roses
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Laughter Yoga
Smile ups and not in our cups laughter is our shoutout breath in, breath out trees are at their peak with some falling in the creek
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
A NEW THING
Eyes going to the back of my head, that's how I reflect How bad things were before the mental reset When everything seemed like an over 10-year long marathon without rest
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
They will Never Know
They said "it's all about you" But they will never know, how you suffering from your life.. People know how you laughing, how you smile and how you interact, but it's 3 AM and you are staring at the ceiling.. Waiting for miracle and hopes..
By Mine Mince2 years ago in Poets
A Sign, If You Need It. Top Story - October 2024.
You may wake one hazy morning and realize you have left yourself in a dream. Ghostly, you only half recognize the people and places surrounding. Perhaps you hurry to the mirror to find yourself, even a glimpse, but no reflection meets you on the other side. You might be terrified by this absence and try to convince yourself that this is the dream, after all.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
The Cage
I live in a cage of my own design And by the vultures who circle me With the arrows of doubt and hesitation And I shoot myself to the depths of the sea
By Sarah Loyd2 years ago in Poets
whirring and chiming
How do clocks die? When their man-made hearts choke and burn, Is there a lead-up? Any symptoms, A life of time gone by,
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
perfect is what i see everywhere else
It is the origami birds of my world that float down and remind me how little I should care This is the perfection I see everywhere.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
grief
weightless my bed surfs night air as I chase you but the moon eats my name ____________________________________________________
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Spider Waltz
Why run from suffering? In the candy store of sorrows There are all colors and flavors. I walk through the corridors of pains I know intimately;
By Lola Sense2 years ago in Poets
Self Exam
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. I couldn’t stand the… anticipation. The way it stared me down as though sentient.
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Poets
Sunless
Raspberry dark chocolate Heavy and sweet, effervescent freshness Getting high on coffee, low on wine Bipolar colors Dried flowers that delight and scatter when the wind blows
By Lola Sense2 years ago in Poets