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 Dec 2022 Rich
Eshwara Prasad
The craving for silence is nowhere more loud than in the noisy heart!
 Oct 2022 Rich
Mitch Prax
Missing
 Oct 2022 Rich
Mitch Prax
I miss just about
everyone I have ever met-
I wonder if any of them
feel the same.
 Oct 2022 Rich
Mitch Prax
Haiku
 Oct 2022 Rich
Mitch Prax
Happiness is not
always what you think it will
present itself as

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27/10/22
 Oct 2022 Rich
Thulani Molefi
As the rising morning sun
shines its immaculate rays
on a field of sunflowers
these flowers , they awaken
from their nocturnal slumber
and ever so slowly
they spread their petals
and gaze upon the Sun

For in the Sun
they found an eternal source
of life , hope and warmth
And just like the Sun
will my soul tirelessly
shine upon hers forever
giving life , love and warmth
to this Sunflower , deeply rooted
within the crevices of my heart
 Sep 2021 Rich
S Smoothie
The devastation

swift, like a thief I never saw

The Night never wished.



The old tide left me

Out in the darkness of sky

waiting the tides turn



I stood before you

Naked and afraid soul bared

And you just vanished



Delicate beauty

A lone tear ripped from my heart

No explaination.



In nothing I trust

Now love is a trustee but,

All of its own mind
Come back soon AT
 Aug 2021 Rich
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Jan 2019 Rich
Hanaa
Emptiness
 Jan 2019 Rich
Hanaa
How can emptiness be so heavy?
 Oct 2018 Rich
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
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