Mental Health

So Be It
At peace, feeling calm yet struck with anxiety Looking for the light and in it's entirety The path grows winding and my vision is blur
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Mental Telepathy
In the recesses of my mind, I wander free, Exploring memories, like a curious bee. Metamorphosised thoughts, they dance and sway,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Endless Sea Of Possibilities
Longing to become the sea, Boundless and untethered, I plea, An azure expanse, vast and true, Reflecting the heavens’ vibrant hue.
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
The Undulating Fields
In undulating fields, where magic resides, A world of wonder, where dreams coincide. Where whispers of enchantment fill the air,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Her Butterflies
Butterflies were her only trusted friends Fluttering about her, without any ends Graceful creatures of beautiful hue Their companionship was always true
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Relationship cripple
You got me reaching toward twisted. Glazed by smiles that unlocked my heart Only to be locked in yours. You held me in your palm.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Not to get into the game is a kind of advanced life wisdom
I think the reason I like being alone. It's because I know that If I'm alone. I know that if I'm alone, no one will bother me or change my mood.
By Jack.song2 years ago in Poets
Should
The little black top with the plunging neckline winks at me from the corner of my closet but the red polka dot crew neck
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Is Comparison the Enemy of Happiness?
If only people could be strong-hearted and not give much heed to comparison, irrational emulation, following the flow of the crowd, the tendency to be easily swayed, and many others, but just lead their own lives, they would be much happier.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Tranquil dreams. Top Story - August 2024.
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY POEM ;)* ~ The clouds were speaking to me. They weren't showing me visions, they were making sounds.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
A blade?
This piece, the sharp edge where I yearn to carve, but with a grudge, it doesn't deeply starve, these eyes behold a chilling view,
By Sandhyaa2 years ago in Poets
A Friend, Turned Foe. Content Warning.
i reached the end of this rope long, long ago i have nothing but frayed ends in my hands now hope, has taught me true dread
By JM2 years ago in Poets