Mental Health

Feral
Even after it’s been tamed, the feral parts of me still thirsts for you.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Capacity, Exceeded
The vase is broken, And now, this space is open For all the world to see, What's really been kept in these walls- All the good, bad, the better and the worse
By JM2 years ago in Poets
String Me Along
Won’t you string me along? Wrap me around your finger. Are we too far gone? Lately you seem a little meaner. Tell me what’s going on.
By Tornvec™2 years ago in Poets
Love to Hate
When we were young you were a bully You pushed, shoved, and taunted your way Back then I loved to hate you But perspectives do change
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Wondering
Do you ever feel So lost that you ask yourself Who you really are? *** Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this poem, please let me know by leaving a like or a comment. Subscribe if you're interested in my work, and check out other poems of mine too! Any support is appreciated! <3 You might like these too:
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
"...on the dance floor.". Content Warning.
. "...on the dance floor." By Ross E F Lombardi . I need to dance sometimes. But the reasons why are never seen. . I do not dance to find a date.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
Loneliness
In chambers echoing, where shadows creep, A soul resides, a teardrop lone and deep. Loneliness, a shroud, unseen, unheard,
By Sachin Sharma2 years ago in Poets
DNA
Reflections in mirrors are overrated perceptions of fillers projecting perfection with filters while complexions bewilder the eyes of the beholder.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
How deep regret can you write
As dusk falls and the last ray of golden sunlight caresses the paper, the pen weaves ink along its delicate path into an emotional tapestry. Regret is often seen as a quiet poem, a dark whisper echoing in the room of memory. But what kind of regret is truly important
By forever2 years ago in Poets
My Secret Motivations
My Secret Motivation (I) Books If my heart breaks again, I don't have to worry anymore. I know how to rise again, Without visiting the therapist anymore. Life is tough sometimes. Why don't you let it stay in the past, By reading a book sometimes; From the first page to the last. Thank you books, For being my best friend.
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Poets
Past, Present, Loops. AI-Generated.
In a town where shadows stretch like whispers, And cobblestones hum with the echo of sighs, The clocks tick backward, as if in jest,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Dreams
the golden sky above became gray somewhere along the way for us you became ordinary and I became afraid what we once had was
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets