By S. A. Arleyn I am closing my eyes on the subway, and I can no longer detect if I am moving forward or backwards. The rushing blankness...

By Nicole Rinquest A delicate product of wax and oil Blinking eyes made them flicker A cluster of moulded men with Wick-ended bodies,...

By Tom Wand He bathed in the quiet; Scraped the noise from his skin, Showered in silence. Ate beans from the tin. But his four walls were...

By Sofia Lopes A spine traced by dusty fingertips It is night; In dormant abandon, you rest Lids shut, yet Gleams are switched alight A...

By Michael Day Your my constant reminder and my persistent fear but it’s not your fault, it never was You rest in my mind, buried deeper...

By Romy Morreo Starts as it always does, cold kisses and spit on my neck, a suffocating weight pressing me down while hands grab and make...

By John Metcalfe He stared beyond his feet. Saw nothing of the green sea swell. Or the white spray, like pearls of cuckoo spit. Just the...

By Ghazal Guide my hand in a Written eulogy contented Of poetry. In love, we both lack literacy, We’re flowery on Soberity’s tomb,...

By Megan Patiry My first death was my first poem A eulogy, no less “Grandma was the lighthouse of our lives,” I’d said But the podium...

By J.D. Scève Our love broke and scattered on the shoreline, The gulls peck and consume the remnants, How much longer till we cleave the...

By Richard Dean Death came in on millipede legs, silent Slithered beneath the covers Worked its way close, dripping poison Midnight...

By Soulofdivya Investors for my idea- Outnumber yours, I have a whole auditorium, Of my former foes. Making middleware of media- My body...

By Peter Harper Open your eyes. The rain trickles into the creases instantly blurring my stolen vision. The dampness confusingly comforts...

By Patricia Mercado What was it that you wanted from me? I had a dream that you shot me from across the dining table, that the bullet...

By Patricia Marcado There is a rope around your neck, there is a white rag eating your screams and my father’s flat green hunting knife...

By Catherine Davies She was not just a pretty face, but an exceptional foot. A superlative leg. The most seminal torso. Every body part...

A haiku by Diane Lowman If I saw myself Through only your eyes your lens I’d fall through the cracks #darkpoetsclub

By Judith C. Adamson Darkness is beauty In the poet’s soul It dances with light As she becomes whole She fears not the future Nor mourns...

By GP Hyde Through scudding clouds, the great black bird’s descent to earth comes softly, gently, through the bleakest night. It lands...

By Robert Kyle In a land of silence, I sit Waiting for nothing Watching the boiling clouds Sturdy stones Dissolving into the moor My...