By Robin McNamara When the light was taken from the day And the land was hugged in darkness, The devil did come. He whispered...

By Ashley LaVictor I am afraid to be awake at three a.m. Two a.m. is when the party dies Four a.m. is when you can hear a sunrise But...

By Lee Dunn bring me no dark. I am of good supply. no painted smiles or bogus bonhomie. in visits past, I have seen, in your well-...

By Ginger lee The man in the tree He stares at me He keeps watch whenever I leave I only see his glowing eyes Always in a darkened sky I...

By Tyler Ray Contemplate, plant the seed. Hide your hate, hide your greed. Remove the grey from your eyes. See your ignorance, it is no...

By Zenani Boya I’ve never written a poem before. And maybe that’s the science talking The ordered journal articles are irrelevant now The...

By Chris Barras I am only seen on bright days in the sunlight at his side or hidden in the corner of his eye. In dreams when deep asleep...

By Catherine Davies It takes different ears to hear the world. Different eyes to see it. Different hearts to feel it. It takes different...

'To & Fro' By Miss Missie Biellie-Dee ~ Miss Purple Heart The wind, Against my sails, That keep flapping, To & fro, The clashing, Of the...

By Paul Benkendorfer I know how you feel because I’ve been there before Alone, feeling trapped in the darkness Suffocating Drowning Lost...

By Jerrad Peters My dreams have come alive of late They raise a speaker to teach me things Of this I can't deliberate I just can't put my...

By Kimberly McAfee Welcome to my humble tavern Let me serve you a goblet of wine Of deep crimson, and a bit warm You shall remember its...

By Josef Desade What is she staring at? The wind’s fingers playing the fabric of her pants as if a harp, subtle shifts, and vibrations in...

By Elizabeth TenHouten Lotus, mud-born, white flower, bloodless, cloaked, engulfed. in confusion, Lotus arises in longing, illumination...

By Lu Godfrey The goose sleeps On the water His head hidden and his feathers out The rain snipes the pond and tears the trees’ petals out...

By Doug Stuber What counts as a life fulfilled? When it takes four hours to pull your head off the pillow, living up to ancestral...

By Danielle Rabulan On this cold day desperate For air, I open a window and The rain gushes through The gap. My hands lose their Grip and...

By Anthony Gorin A hand, wrinkled and scarred, shaking as the cold wind blows, a hole in my heart, I try to fill. Using my blood, sweat...

By George Murray I share a room with a demon that lives in my head, The nights are unsettling and consumed by dread. The thing’s he says...

By Aia Less a part of me died i’ve changed i’m not looking to go back i’ve told them that they’re not getting who i am what happened in...