By Cat London When they carry the bodies out you won't know it's real ‘til you feel the weight of his hands and legs, and his heart, it...

By Debra Watson I dream insects   Itchy little critters with spindly legs   Restless clothes moths fluttering behind the bar-like strands...

By Julia Still Rose November rips thru me Like a knife Rips thru the dark cloudy abyss Blood soaked Crusty twigs wrap around My lifeless...

By Liz Kendall Death bringer and tender guide to the path beneath the mountains, the shadow land, through which we fear to walk alone,...

By Glen Wilson I swear I saw her, more detailed than shadow, as if tangible yet out of reach,   a flash of ankle fleeting by gnarled...

By GP Hyde I’ll walk with you at eventide, Step lightly on the shingle shore Where often the owl and raven cried.   Across the misty...

By Melissa Potocki Sitting on the precipice of the final darkness I realize that this is all those Who went before me wanted. It’s not...

By Sahara DeVille There is shrapnel in his skin, So deeply embedded it is now part of him Picture it, if you dare, like pennies pressed...

By Benedetta Mancusi A bath of black tea Used tea bags   between my fingers The rash that won’t go away   I am my own dried skin...

By Amanda For a moment, every Sunday, the moon and I are one. I am not bogged down to earth. Imprisoned here, in a cage of bone and...

By Karl Fisher you chose left so right died and the ghost of right follows you around all the might-have-been's and dead dreams the...

By Charly Glass I heard that grief is just love And now I know that to be true For my grief knows no bounds or limits Ever since the day...

By Rio Barney As a child, I trampled the Earth as if I ruled. I swam in rivers, creeks, springs, and pools. I climbed to the highest...

By Robert Elliott Grain-sized yet damaging, Just like Chinese water torture; That has long since drip, drip, dripped, And bored through...

By Alison King This is not a love poem.   This is a life poem, a learn poem, a build the bridges, strike a match, stand back and watch...

By Emma Woodhouse If my fingers reach out, they’ll touch splintering wood, bowing from the burden of six feet of soil. Yet I cannot move...

By Rachel David In the background, Elliot Smith sings about loneliness In the background, the sound of running water   He sings about not...

By Steven Lee Hann I haven't the legs to weather the tide, even a simple dip of my toe and I'm cast down the stream. If I was wiser I...

By Patricia Mercado I will shoot him in the forest then, help me with his legs. Dump the body in the river or leave it to rot in the...

By Desiree Dawn God said he'd take our hearts of stone And replace them with hearts of flesh   But a flesh heart that beats alone Weighs...