Mental Health

Adrift
Adrift in paradise A clipper with slack canvas Sailors lazing along upon dead seas As their captain eyes the horizon Time ticks
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Rotate the new again
No twist and turn but still Yes rotate the gest, You can't go back anymore go forward and don't look back the blown-out memories are gone now
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Find My Bones. Top Story - May 2024.
My bones were strong, secured in scaled skin. Now you find them underneath your frail feet along the ground of Lyme Regis.
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Poets
Bright Midnight
The world was black. Empty. A swath of mingling darks catching the shadow of a castle Made of stone and rotten days of mirth
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
You Change
For what reason did you change? How did I respond? We were like siblings, and presently Your face is a wall without windows, while you
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
Sunrise Reflections
The chirping of birds outside my window coaxed me from my deep slumber. Opening my eyes, I sat up and stretched in the sun-filled room.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Can We Find Strength in Life’s Twists and Turns
Everyone in the world has the highs and lows of life. The thing we experience, whether it is good or bad, is all about the point of view.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Is Every Stranger a Teacher?
People continue to live under a heavy cloud in a manner that might seem like a ballet performance. But there we are still miserable and when we travel to look for happiness at the end of the world we always encounter strangers who pass by our lives once, and maybe twice.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Are People Constantly Changing?
In life, everything is always changing. With every passing moment, seasons change, plants bloom and wither, and people modify. People, mainly, can go through major transformations.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
My Emotional Support Dinosaur. Top Story - May 2024.
I bring it with me always Everywhere I go To work, to shops, to parties, Because it takes away my woe. I scarcely need to feed it,
By Josh Lowe2 years ago in Poets
Night Mines
Why is it that I always find the night to be the greatest time for inspiration? That as soon as the clock hits midnight, my fingers ache to press the keys? 24 hours in the day, 16 waking hours, and my mind chooses the ones reserved for sleep...
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The Candle Within Four Glass Walls
I am the candle within the four glass walls, Flickering softly as the silent night falls. Loneliness is loneliness, a friend I know well,
By Lily💜 2 years ago in Poets