Mental Health

Who Am I?
I forgot who I was I got lost in my growth I got lost in my job I got lost in my title I don't remember when When life got so serious
By L.I.E4 months ago in Poets
What Was Done to Me Is Not What I Am
I stand within my life as one who has come through it, and not as one merely carried by it. There are states of existence that resemble survival, yet differ from it in their gravity and meaning, and I have known both, and the long passage between them.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Dis-jointed, Dis-track-ting
I feel off-track, off-kilter… off everything I was just on before. Why, oh why, do I feel like I’m out of supply? Maybe it’s lack of sleep. Maybe it’s the strange season.
By Gabriel B. Shames4 months ago in Poets
Motherhood. Honorable Mention in Out of Order Challenge. Content Warning.
Since I can remember, I've wanted to be a mother. I love holding my child. She feels like a soft dream. She smells of wishes.
By Julie Lacksonen4 months ago in Poets
Dark
Dark The room held shadows close to my skin Every breath carried weight from old sins Windows stayed shut through endless rain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Queenie
I wrote this in 1967. I am sharing from my creative analog world of 1967 to my very digital world in 2026. Adobe Firefly Once I was among a group
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Rain. Content Warning.
Thank God for the rain - Deep beneath the smokestacks, between the black brick walls, the steam corrodes and distorts our lungs
By Reece Beckett4 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Poem
Lollipops are my favorite candy. One was tasty, it melted into my denture. I was so serious checking my bank which is devastating. Then I tried to take my lollipop out my upper denture came out too. Not gross guys, it is a nice thing to chew ones food. I laughed out loud.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Murdered
Murdered A siren cried along the lane Mixing fear with heavy rain People gathered near the tape Watching horror take its shape
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Moving On
Grabbing my roll-on bag Tossing my purse over my shoulder I head for the door You just can’t believe I’ll walk out on you
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Poets
Run Away Fast As You Can
Run Away Fast As You Can Run away fast as you can Before the shouting turns into hands Before the bruises replace your smile
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
if not me
this poem is about doing the right thing especially when it is unpopular, because it is unpopular. *******************************************
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets