By Kruse The damp, dark earth of the field lies combed and naked under a colourless sky. A steel gate leans unhinged and slantwise...

By The Black Unicorn there are no more sweet things. They've all been swallowed up and turned to bile. An ashen veil covers earth...

By Greg Jones I give you my eyes What use I for sight? You, my last love are my vision, my light Nine fingers are yours on a silk...

By Holly Rhiannon This is the place of flies I remind myself as a vibration breaks the stillness The calm of the headstones Carrion...

By John Metcalfe I lay restless within our sterile bed, sleep was hard to summon, so I listened to the night instead. So much noise, air...

By Luciana Moroianu Cover me in space and time, and blur the lines that blur my affections for rotten things… There is no such thing as...

By Bob Christian I’ve met you in hospital rooms, Where the air hums with the rhythm of machines, And the fluorescent lights paint...

By Mary Mulholland once i saw a newborn lamb with no eyes/ no tongue a red gore in its chest a raven had eaten its lungs & from a tree...

By Ian Doumit A house haunted by details is a home do you remember when the yeast of me devoured the starch of you and he pursued a leg...

By H. R. Reid Malevich, Kazimir. ‘Black Square’. 1915, The State Tretyakov Gallery, Petrograd (Now St. Petersburg). Let’s all sit in the...

By Diane Lowman Geese fly overhead Unaware of the shit show They unload their own #darkpoetsclub

By Carol Beirne We searched all day but couldn’t find you no-one knew what was on your mind. We found your car with the engine running...

By Biara 99 candles line the churchyard floor. 98 flicker for every forgotten war. Burn, burn, burn, burn. Nostalgia sets in as we reach...

By CAKuntz Desperation has brought me to this place of waking teenage bedtime preoccupations, where quiet hollow blacks of night-ness...

By Mason Monteith In my travels I found no greater hunger, Than to desire of that which is Holy. A craving so deep that expands so...

By Soft White Glow My anaemic will retires Behind blinding fantasy – Tired, numb from birth, My shadow limps behind me. Chained to a...

By Mystique Sometimes, I wonder if the moon prays to me Sometimes I wonder if she looks down on me Looking up and gasps my name Like...

By Olivia Feilden She sits on the bed And starts the ritual, The ritual of lying. She applies thick foundation to her face, Particularly...

By M.M.Wake the light is a liar. it paints over the cracks, makes everything look clean, holy, unbroken. but the dark, the dark doesn't...

By Charlotte Murray In this version, I follow him out of the bar as darkness slides from midnight blue to ocean-deep black. It’s when...