By Tom Robert Roy What lies beneath a broken dream? Or hope? Or expectations shattered? Such strange debris, Glimmering from skating...

By Deirdre O'Connor Soapsuds seduce sullied skin Into delusions of purity, As his essence slides easily From the surface While morning...

By Steve Dixon It’s dark. I check my watch. Its close to twelve The midnight sleeper from Phoenix has just pulled in   I clutch onto worn...

By Hannah Rae I put the flame of the lighter to my wrist, skin puckering like a loved mouth, the morning sun doesn’t even do me so good....

By The Sleeping Forest There are revelations to be found by the kitchen sink at 5AM, when there's no hiding from the sunrise peering...

By Aurora Grace As I see the sun set, & watch the day turn into night Someone else's world grows brighter As their sun begins to rise...

By Fin Wallbanks I carry a drop of you each within me, A moment, A mannerism, A movement, A memory, All diluted to the point that I can’t...

By Leanne Webber I didn't realise how strong I was until my hands were forced and I had no other choice. Then it started to come to me...

By Thai Braddick As a young poet, I was obliged to find the beauty in birdsong, in the golden hours before sunset, in sharing my poems...

By Cat London When they carry the bodies out you won't know it's real ‘til you feel the weight of his hands and legs, and his heart, it...

By Debra Watson I dream insects   Itchy little critters with spindly legs   Restless clothes moths fluttering behind the bar-like strands...

By Julia Still Rose November rips thru me Like a knife Rips thru the dark cloudy abyss Blood soaked Crusty twigs wrap around My lifeless...

By Liz Kendall Death bringer and tender guide to the path beneath the mountains, the shadow land, through which we fear to walk alone,...

By Glen Wilson I swear I saw her, more detailed than shadow, as if tangible yet out of reach,   a flash of ankle fleeting by gnarled...

By GP Hyde I’ll walk with you at eventide, Step lightly on the shingle shore Where often the owl and raven cried.   Across the misty...

By Melissa Potocki Sitting on the precipice of the final darkness I realize that this is all those Who went before me wanted. It’s not...

By Sahara DeVille There is shrapnel in his skin, So deeply embedded it is now part of him Picture it, if you dare, like pennies pressed...

By Benedetta Mancusi A bath of black tea Used tea bags   between my fingers The rash that won’t go away   I am my own dried skin...

By Amanda For a moment, every Sunday, the moon and I are one. I am not bogged down to earth. Imprisoned here, in a cage of bone and...

By Karl Fisher you chose left so right died and the ghost of right follows you around all the might-have-been's and dead dreams the...