By Neeraj Kumar Surya When the morning light shimmered on my petals I opened up, Amazed! Its not the light It was her Fooled me with her...

By The Neo-Revsolutionist Because she has crow's Feet Bloodshot, dilated pupil eyes With mascara bleeding down Her red-flushed menopausal...

By MH Four walls, blue. Not light blue, more sky blue, On a moody day in March blue. Curtains blue, the same blue. Carpet too, blue, like...

By Dorit D'Scarlett It comes soft-footed, not cloaked or crowned, but bare and quiet as fog through a gap in the window.   It does not...

By Janelle Standish She opened her mouth and the room emptied. Chairs scraped. Eyes dropped. Words fled. A woman in pain is a vanishing...

By Ewen Glass Bending at the waist, chaste, chased around a playground, performing in the round   by lighter-burned see-saw or a carpark...

By Brigitta Barath We met in the dark Our demons played well They’ll live forever As angels in hell #darkpoetsclub #SSDI

By Annie Fisher They‘re all along my path today, trumpeting their purity— a flawless, beaming sisterhood. But I know how they clutch and...

By Carmella de Keyser If you are male You aren’t a producer. As soon as you break through the mother shell Into the beckoning light of...

By Donna Faulkner      He and I are well acquainted. I    hear   the  knuckles of  his  finger    crack. See his breath    blow...

By Ells It's her, The dancing monkey- Clutching rusted tamberines, From when she performs her suppositions On bruising, red knees- She...

By Freya Metcalfe When I die In twenty seventy five When my lungs have had their share Of dust and tar Skin scarred and burned and...

By Alberto Arecchi Birds flying above death chimneys recall an era that will never return. Men fighting under a thousand flags whose...

By Charlotte Mary Smith I want to eat the lilt in your tongue, Curl my fingernails round your ringlets till they snag And I can’t get...

By D. E. Johnston The woods display a chilly light when blanketed in icy white. In sleep, they portend the silence of eternal...

By Glyn Matthews Lightning in the wires welds their bodies, fries their silly brains to scrambled eggs in cranial pans.   Pompeiian arms...

By Martin R. Vidal Having selected the equipment, The proper field and hour of the night, Go now in the thing’s proper season. Go now, in...

By Arron Potts Each pinch. Punch. Pin. Piercing flesh, digging in. Running stitch  of ink through skin. Dots of colour  to begin, this...

By Marie Lee I cauterise my heart and feel vibrations of crowing. Scrabbling, drowning fingers raw and numb powerless to creeping holes...

By P. Mari Death dared not defile you. Never did that vain power extinguish the essence of your beauty. It tried to suck your blood, a...