Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
heat flares on my face fire clubs spin as I catch them round and round they go
By Jed Finn3 years ago in Poets
Verse 1: Chennai city on the Bay of Bengal Culture and tradition, a melting pot of all Temples, beaches and delicious South Indian cuisine
By ».. BB ..«3 years ago in Poets
Tamil Nadu, the land of Tamils, Where tradition and culture never fails, From Chennai to Madurai, This state's heritage will leave you in awe, oh my.
India, land of diversity, Where culture flows like a river, From the Himalayas to the sea, This country's history is rich and free.
I remember my teacher told me A story in 6 words “For sale : baby shoes never worn” I wondered how 6 words could evoke such emotion
By Rachel Gibson3 years ago in Poets
Be cool, chill out, FREEZE! Can you crack this window PLEASE? A very brisk BREEZE. Sand stay on the ground. Why do you keep spinning 'round?
By {L.B.}3 years ago in Poets
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a massive brain.
By Sabih Ul Hassan3 years ago in Poets
I guess you think you know this story. You don't. The real one's much more gory. The phoney one, the one you know, Was cooked up years and years ago,
The animal I really dig, Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, Pigs are courteous. However, Now and then, to break this rule,
Beneath the sky so blue and wide, Nature's love surrounds us, side by side. Trees reaching high, roots digging deep,
By Deva3 years ago in Poets
I know I am a writer. Not because I have it tattooed on my neck But because the words crawl along the inside of my skin Seeking for an exit to the world
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Poets
Breeze, breeze, buzz a bum. Flaming lips, thick saliva, Beneath trees on sod.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
