Mental Health

Counterfeit Comfort
You. Your eyes reflected The rolling hills Of our promised future. Your smile was My abode, My comfort. Your touch rendered
By Katelyn Huntabout an hour ago in Poets
Live Your Life
Have you ever thought about our existence here? Ever thought about the cycles that come round, again and again, throughout our lives?
By David Muñozabout an hour ago in Poets
I Thought I Had Time
I Thought I Had Time It’s strange how such a simple thought can follow you everywhere, showing up in the quiet moments—when the room is still, when your phone is silent, when there’s nothing left to distract you from what you didn’t do.
By Imran Ali Shahabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Drifted Ladder: A Spring Poem About What Comes Back
Good memories bloom with a smile under the sunshine. They are beauty in the petals but they fall by the wind: the gust of my trauma,
By Caitlin Charltonabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
I live within a darkness Unknown to the light I find comfort in the land Of nightmares and frights For I’m a creature of destruction
By Edward Valabout 9 hours ago in Poets
All of This. Content Warning.
The smiles of those above fade further with every passing second. - We began so simply, we followed our instincts, we survived,
By Reece Beckettabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Dusty Mirror
I stood before it, the glass covered in a gray veil of dust. In a corner of an old room in London, the morning of 2026 felt heavy.
By Hazrat Umerabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Second Grave
They said I disappeared like a body lost in the tide wrong place, wrong time, wrong boy buried me alive But the dark has a way of teaching what the light never could Like how silence sharpens teeth and how to make it look good
By Brie Boleynabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Hour That Changes You
The Hour That Changes You There is always one quiet moment, That shifts the course of everything, Not loud, not marked by thunder,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤
I have a fortress made of a gossamer impenetrable like silken chainmail unseen to most glistening in the sunlight and
By Colleen Waltersabout 15 hours ago in Poets
We're Supposed to be Family
When you are a part of the family, you should be a part of the family. When you leave it makes me feel sad, because we’re family.
By Frances Helenaabout 16 hours ago in Poets
The Day I Chose Myself
For years I kept leaving myself behind. In rooms where my silence was easier than my truth. I carried everyone’s pain like it was my duty to break quietly.
By Rohit Kalsariya about 20 hours ago in Poets