Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Who’d understand our tears? Who’d think we weren’t our kindness? Who’d guess our joy was a void paradise? ꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎꝎ
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
I stop in the sound morning mist Reviewing the meaning of life and death I don't mind a little bit of sadness Whenever I dream of you
By San Domingo3 years ago in Poets
I stood atop a watermelon And saw a cherry blossom sky Floating in the wind was a glint in his lilac eyes Like shooting stars or embers, glowing with the wind
By Calamity and Calm3 years ago in Poets
All must go. Closing down. Outta here. Goin’ fishin’ Barber shop on Main Street. The mall’s cut the customers, chopped the butcher, the baker makes no dough.
By Britni Pepper3 years ago in Poets
Just one initially. Oneness that discovered what I did long before I got here with eyes. Front-row seat to creation
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Poets
we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon
By Jen Parkhill “JP”3 years ago in Poets
because my brain is on fire I will write another dire tire mire dictum although I fall on my face from exhaustion
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
I've been alive for fifteen years. I should go see the world! All the little sisters in the countryside. Everyone has become clever and intelligent.
By Filipi Kallhoff3 years ago in Poets
What happens when the Heart leaks... Does it run out of Love? Can I be Man enough to not give up? I'm Broken but I'm Glue...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Blame yourself on how you are Ugly like an Avatar I’m feeling blue with my shoe…. Running up like I’m a star Sit all day Inside your car
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
a sense of temporariness sat down on a tree branch thinking it is invisible allowing me to make a stamp with my camera
Without the sharp edge of this, expression cutting diamonds. Glass houses falling, Into order. Under the winds of tomorrow.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
