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Positive Effects of Poetry
Over the past few years, I have suffered from depression and anxiety. All the while, I have been a poetry enthusiast and I write in my spare time. After a session of writing, I felt tranquil and calm. This begs the question; does writing poetry benefit mental health?
By Katharin Crewson8 years ago in Poets
Games
How long are we going to do this? How long are we going to sit in this empty room, our eyes locked in an invisible trance?
By LaNina Jones8 years ago in Poets
Where Her Skeletons Hide
My heart beats faster each time I see her. I don't even know her name. I try to remember her features as if each time I see her could be the last time.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice8 years ago in Poets
Reborn
Nights go by like birds in flight sweeping past me violently. The nights are long and cold in this little room. The mornings so violently
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
For My Human
Since I can’t talk, I try to listen a lot I kinda can’t write either, but who really needs to do that? I see the real you from down here on all fours
By Nattalie Gordon8 years ago in Poets
Candy Now
Candy now, play and smile, Cry, lie and deny being tired, Sleep, fight and pretend to be a man, Do all these things now that you can.
By Andinoh8 years ago in Poets
Ocean of Hate
a cold ocean of hate, filled with feelings, that you would never portray. you pick up new thoughts, you boast your new words,
By Sophia Marie8 years ago in Poets
Your Insecurities
You left me for Your Insecurities. Our lives were good, when we were together. We planned to be together forever, immortal being in the currents of reality.
By Jamie Daniger8 years ago in Poets
On Kanye and Anorexia
Kanye West’s mother died in Hollywood about nine years, eighteen days, and nineteen hours ago. She had gone through liposuction
By Maisie Rapp8 years ago in Poets
Hand With a Missing Finger
How can we help? A hand for a hand. Can I hold your wallet in my pocket? Only for a moment. Really, how can we help? Coughing up the deluge, tie the rope up here.
By Michael DeNicola8 years ago in Poets
An Ode to an Old Town
Am I the first for a while to walk past the end of Poplar Street past factories, mills, grain elevators the caves and castles we found
By bethany alice8 years ago in Poets
A Storm
A storm, a battle, a fight A struggle with all your might The harder you try the harder you fall When the world seems big and you very small
By G Malpass8 years ago in Poets