By Richard Featherstone The first stars are coming out, It itches. I slice the tip off my thumb with a steak knife. No blood from the...

By Natalie Horrocks My heart if I could live without it. I would bury my hands into my chest and with all my strength, I would prize it...

By Carmella de Keyser I am so grateful for this gift.The more pain you inflict on me, the more I will ripen. The more ripping, verbose...

By Theo Mardell Do you see conquered nature? Ash concrete blocks, tarmac suffocating the soil, grass and trees in city locked plots. Yet...

By Ren Harper When reaching into the darkness Be sure to further strain the weakened muscles, ligaments, tendons, joints, bones Beyond...

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By Shae Croft I am here when the wind howls. I am here when the sun shines. I am here in all the changing seasons. Rejected Forgotten...

By ThoRgErdT A bell, a book, a candle A spirit, a soul, a sigh The anguish I long handle Glowing black in my eyes ...

By Lewis Brown The future is a golden tower growing. Its walls aglow with gifts it is bestowing. With hungry heights and lurid lights it...

By Imogen Wade you arrive                                         from the blue;                                                I’m...

By Jacob Murray Your life is a gallery of blank canvases collated, situated upon the wall perceptible to all. Its patrons converse and...

By Emilia Cooke I grew up in a quince tree from which the whole was seen; my brother - a bat - a ball; my mother - seeds - leaves - the...

By Liz Darrell A dew covered apple bruises when it falls from the tree: Burst vessels below skin surrender Nectar only to itself....

By Heart Animals like possums play dead, They can’t run so have to pretend,   The body dies but the mind survives, That’s what it takes...

By Andrea Campbell The memories tug on my heartstrings As I sit there in darkness absolved by my sins, I try to wash away the thought of...

By Bethany Jade McDonnell I placed all my worries in a glass jar, with hope that you would be gentle. I tied it with a little ribbon on...

By Alberto Arecchi Dark howls in the deep night fill the heart of repressed anxieties. #darkpoetsclub

By Dr Harleen Quinzel   Down the rabbit hole. . .   Goodbye reality- “ am I losing my mind?” “Where did gravity go and why are my...

By Bern Butler The wooden-framed sofa is on its back. Its short, stiff legs go straight-up thick. It’s like a dead baby-grey elephant.  ...

By Julio Puyo Méndez In a bar you lose the last night of your youth the city streetlights illuminate the last path of the present...