By Mark O'Neill Yesterday I was 16, Today I'm 26, Tomorrow I'll be twice as old, And the day after that I'll call quits, The should...

By Seamus Kelly The first bombs were launched through the “aye” lobby   And unaware, the soon to be victims, continued their brief...

By Kezza G He’s alone. She’s gone. To the ever after Slipped under the crumbs thrown on the coffin, thrown to the birds,   The robin,...

By Anthony Watts Rootless cruiser among the anchored giants, Balloonful of gladelight, borne on the breath of birds,   Lodge in the...

By Jay Goldin do you know how this ends   i know how it ends   with the line and the curve the unreachable sky and the light that no one...

By Kat Savage At night, Tendrils. I crawl through tiny cracks of thought, Itch your dreams, pull tight at hairs, Stuff out your throat...

By Darren Powell Verbal regurgitation, mind’s resuscitation, Ink spewed nonsense on a mental slate – Pitter patter, pitter patter, Rain...

By Susan A Justice Time of death was called, But for more than one person. Time of death ended a physical existence, And sent another on...

Leia Newland The beginning of two Corpses knead themselves A neat little home inside The beckon of a womb   Becoming placards for...

By Yati Ramli He said sorry with a fist. I swallowed it. Now I speak in bruises. #darkpoetsclub #SSDI

By Rhino Recites Through glass I see Monstrous feat. Flesh bubbled, eyes dead. Its rancid breath belies fetid soul. Disgust immense,  Yet...

By M. S. Marshall There’s a dead man at this party lurking around the balloons   He eats conversation Talks to the cake Stares  ...

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...