Mental Health

Peace Shared, Peace Found
There are no shortcuts to happiness. Even the most special relationships require a natural order. Only the right order leads to true happiness. Don't be impatient, and don't be afraid of being alone; relationships that start haphazardly often end haphazardly as well.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Class Clown
I was the class clown in high school; known for making everyone laugh. Pretty much no one took me seriously, my teachers complained I disrupted the class.
By Alaine Hay5 months ago in Poets
The Fridge
Low enough to be a carpet to an ant, I used to feel empowered. These days, I possess barely enough energy to nap. - After another troubled night, these tired eyes are scratched
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
THE KEY. Top Story - May 2026.
I wrote this poem in 1968 sitting in my room of orange shag carpet, bright blue walls, I wrote this in 1968 after the 1967 Summer of Love. I TYPED ON AN ELECTRIC TYPEWRITER back then. Here are the papers from then, in cursive writing, So when anyone is checking for AI I have the papers.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑
always different i never fit in. ever bullied bruised mocked for not fighting back but now i see those were never my battles
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Stitching Rhyme to Verse
This piece began in 1968, when I was 18 and stitching rhyme to verse in a bright room, thinking I was the only lonely one. I stepped back into that voice today and let her speak again.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Alien
I got so good at hiding I disappeared, so good at camouflaging, just wanted to be liked, just wanted to be heard. Went from hiding to invisible, funny how that works,
By Morgan5 months ago in Poets
Dreams II
In dreams, the floor begins to melt away the cities become puddles the whole world a sea, - choppy waves with bite gnaw at raw legs
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
Somewhere in Between
I’ve never been good at saying yes. Even to the simplest of things. Yes, buy me a coffee. Yes, I’ll go with you to Germany.
By Morgan5 months ago in Poets
The Day After the Fire
Author's notes: I wanted this poem to feel the way memory actually behaves during grief and change; fragmented, circular, and emotionally out of sequence. By disrupting chronology, I hoped to show how loss can collapse years into a single moment, where the past, present, and future all speak at once.
By Ajan Lori A. 5 months ago in Poets
Reach
Oblivion, his body gone; An instant visceral storm that has spread beyond all reason, to the outer rims of loved and known.
By Victoria Bamber5 months ago in Poets
The Art of Gathering and Scattering
Don’t blame yourself; everything and everyone happens for a reason. If you have tried your best and still cannot hold onto something, let it go naturally. Life is inherently a process of "gathering" and "scattering."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets