Mental Health

My Head is Full (of 80’s Sitcom Theme Songs)
The assignment is to write a poem, About what it’s like inside my dome, And how rivers of thoughts do flow, Where they start and where they go.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Poets
A Testament to the Human Spirit
I never regret being nice to anybody, even if I wrong myself by misjudging the person, even if I am let down, even if I am stuck into a wall, it is because I am nice to you, it does not mean therefore how nice are you, just because I am nice.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Miracles
Threw me in the deep Thinking I would sink, but I'm Walking on water
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Solitary Serinity
When chaos surrounds Inward is where I find my... "Peace" of paradise
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Cryptic in Triptych
Prologue Streams of consciousness, for me at least, often lead me and us (where us read me) to interrogate, investigate and conflate the very fibres that make up the me and who that might be. Even when starting along, pulling the anchor aboard and setting adrift on poetic currents and craftship mastery, the still ebb and flow leads towards choppier waters of warring and debating, embracing and debasing ponderings on existence.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
On Another Edge
This is somewhere I always want to be. Seeing the beauty of of possibility, and seeing ways to make things better for all.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
9/16/24
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"The Big Abandoner"
"The Big Abandoner" is what David called you and if the name fits... . You were a lesson, I guess. In the ability to forgive,
By Anna Cunningham2 years ago in Poets
Reflections of Us
What if we embraced all our fears All our disagreements All the parts of ourselves we dislike And of others too, because after all, they are just reflections of us
By Paola Crocomo2 years ago in Poets
The Incessant Sound Of Time
i hear the clock call: tick, tick, tick indicating that i am running late tick paying, deciding and showing up late tick, tick
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In the Echo of Shadows
In the echo of shadows, where silence screams, A mind battles ghosts of fractured dreams. Dark clouds swirl in an endless night,
By Sen Sab2 years ago in Poets
Ripped Ass-Under (For Art?)
Push... Push... Push... ---------Pull... Push... Push... Push... ------------------Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d Me
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets