Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Strings . Wrapped around his fingertips, Digging trenches along his corded neck, They squeeze until pink turns red and red bows
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Laying low in the shadows... I staggered while trying to walk through the Darkness... My Anxiety turned into fear, And I Became someone else...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
I glanced up at the illuminated sky A full moon glared from outer space Its silver glow lighting up my face. I strolled along enjoying the sight
By SUZETTE DRUMMONDS3 years ago in Poets
Down a winding bristled hillside, Just barely above the surface, where the eye can see, At the edge of a drawn out riptide,
By Heidi Straus3 years ago in Poets
can there be a reason if nobody ever asks 'why?' or gives a need to have the answer- can't there be a reason even if none of us gets it right?
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Blue, Green, Purple, Blue, Green, Purple, Red GET OFF MY HEAD I cannot think with you up there Diving deep into my hair
By Tina Rose3 years ago in Poets
I had a dream I became your unframed centerpiece after you opened a drawer took out scissors and cut a dotted line across my chest
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets
In the trees and on the ground, they have their fling Some build their homes high up in the sky Others nestle low, where they can't be spied
By Faseeh Zaidi3 years ago in Poets
I can feel the tired mud between my toes It’s not my first encounter with this dream A wet cold earth filled with determination
By BB3 years ago in Poets
lets start the year off right or is it write? for me it's both because this is my first writing for 2023. As the title says,hello and good morning.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst3 years ago in Poets
With shadows set to attack, I rarely sleep. Instead, I am released, abandoned, and cast like bait on a line into the light to serve as a knight. I fight to survive,
As our lips met for the first time, I felt a spark ignite within me. A flame of desire and longing, That only you could set free.
By Mr. Jerry 3 years ago in Poets
