Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A canvas of colors, a brush in hand Creating a world, both bright and grand A stroke of white, a dove takes flight But in its mouth, a deadly sight
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets
Ants, Oh, Tiny ants Procession of soul’s droplets Ten Million years ago Your species came into existence on this earth You are the tiniest wonder of the world
By Suresh Natarajan3 years ago in Poets
Today or tomorrow… Now or later I may fall I am oscillating in the last string If the brushing wind
Full moon, shining bright, In the sky, a beacon of light. Rays of silver and gold, Dancing on the waters bold. In the silence of the night,
You built a time machine Sped through the barriers of time Travelled faster than the speed of sound Defied the speed of light
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Deep in the woods, a house stands alone, With windows shattered and doorsteps overgrown. The paint is peeling, the wood is rotted,
By Ashu Bisht3 years ago in Poets
From chair to bed, I creep And took no time , to sleep Beyond all , a thing appeared And called as nightmare Body lie static , but soul moves
By Vasrav blogs3 years ago in Poets
Night and slumber: The Slumber Coming on, Softly The night descends, it softly covers all The twinkle of stars, the calls of the cranes
By Dharu3 years ago in Poets
I would rather drink A goblet of my own spit, Carefully braid The coarse hairs of my armpit. Have a mucus mask
By Meg3 years ago in Poets
A gem so rare, a treasure untold Shining bright, a story to be told A secret kept, a mystery to solve A precious stone, a gift to evolve
By Success3 years ago in Poets
Working on other things and something keeps eating at my brain Only one way I know how to stop those words from causing me pain
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
i no longer want you asking if i'm okay. i'm tired of answering "yes." my words don't sound like my own anymore.
By joi poetry3 years ago in Poets
