Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
upon my old and lonely life, I shall with all I am, confiscate all the power give it all to fire until i stan alone with nothing around me to devour
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Poets
i hope we both find someone who loves us so much we can feel it. but we will never have that from each other- because i am not willing to give autonomy up to exchange for my peace
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Scorched, pillaged and still Remnants of a ruthless rage Left to run it’s course ——————————————— Mercy from heaven Weep for steaming hearth and bones
By B.Me 3 years ago in Poets
I am caught in one place Unclear which direction to take Want to achieve it all but have little time Every choice made is inaccurate
By Crystal Gamet3 years ago in Poets
Once I wrote a quote with care, And designed a shirt that I did wear, I tried to sell it online with pride, But no one seemed to take the ride.
By Amal Poulose3 years ago in Poets
I question the lessons of fairytale movies which now more than ever feel like a lie narratives that push beliefs my heart
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets
While you were away to rebuild Rome with revelations of your prose, my future, like my past, disappeared. With few resources to sustain our home,
I breathe air, stagnant, stale, and bow my head to celestial Frost. I tip my hat to his Eastern crown but dare not accede from my Throne.
She was hotter than summer sidewalks in Saudi Arabia while I was far from pristine. We talked for some time before I eventually let go of my strings.
I find a potion, an elixir to immortality To keep me youthful and a beauty in reality A dangerous flower that gives me prosperity
By Lone Soul3 years ago in Poets
I am the kind of dangerous that sees shadows in the dark and welcomes them into bed. A natural phenomenon; the self-hating narcissist.
By Sarah Clif3 years ago in Poets
Inu - Run along ruinous winter wisp For you to be gone my only wish My summer too cold left me remiss I wish it wasn’t so.
By Kuro Seijaku 3 years ago in Poets
