By Weronika Alchimionek they have left her frail body at a wet shore she was eaten by crazy men who raped her and beat her out of her...

By Maddie There is this electricity in my bloodstream that bars my veins to freeze. Keeps me awake on nights I fancy eternal slumber....

By Teagan Sherwin Many battles have been fought and many have been lost, Because we do not know what words could mean and what they...

By C. McCrindle Two in the morning, it’s cold and it’s dark, Words in my head, leaving their mark. Sitting on the doorstep, tearstained...

By Daniel D. Reimer There was no more celerity No more flickering of hope Just the spark in my hand And the shadow that walked in front...

By Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no...

By Sylvia Plath The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning...

By Christopher Sedgwick Blood. She came for blood To cause a flood Some Crimson lake Something to seep beneath the mud To insert that...

By Sara Teasdale I went out at night alone; The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings— I bore my...

By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in...

By Edwin Arlington Robinson Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole...

By John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in...

By Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city...

By Walt Whitman I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs...

By Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile;...

By Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from...

By Christopher Sedgwick It’s time to take my demons for a walk I’ve upset my man Silliness took my hand No longer time or opportunity to...

By Christopher Sedgwick Blood. She came for blood To cause a flood Some Crimson lake Something to seep beneath the mud To insert that...