By Rhiannon Haseltine the wildflowers sulking in your windowsill vase are missing the moors, at least, that’s what they whisper. with...

By Siw Harston To flee is quite flawed as the serpent in its seething usurps to tear your quiet time with a whip to rip your rest that...

By Aman Your blonde strands stung my eyes And I still taste the bitter words that slipped out your pale lips You constantly appraised...

By Brittany Johnston I want to put pen to paper, —have it bleed, onto the page,             as freely as,                         life...

By Charlotte Meyer zu Natrup What would we say? It was small, round. Its skin a smile: warming the palm with a stormy texture. And it...

By Grace Dove one less petal forget-me-not threads of time, unravelling the snow outside, thawing the car tracks have melted our winter...

By Mary Denise Lyons  An empty moon hangs in an empty sky - hollow as an eggshell, scooped out and aching. Despite its golden glow the...

By Benjamin Howell And now the demons appear. Newly paralysed, I lay frozen in fear.   From a nightmare, To a fixed stare. A wide...

By Samantha Sinclair No more shall flowers bloom upon the barrow where carnations grew so tall above the daisies, now gone with thoughts...

By Samantha X For too long—I have been a ghost. Singing sorrow in the graveyard where I grew up.   Drinking the blood from the...

By Zoha Inhale. Feel it whistling on the train tracks rattling down your throat, this is the scenic route my friend Life doesn’t have to...

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...