Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Hi my name is sodalite And I'm here to bring you your hearts delight For when it gets too dark at night You can hold me in your hand - left or right
By Mingling with the Moon 3 years ago in Poets
V1. Your favourites always seemed to be falling apart/The smell of wood and dust/Antiques and a book of birds/With loose pages.
By Sol3 years ago in Poets
the bleak sun casts its shadow through the blinds in my bedroom, empty are my bones my head went haywire too often
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
I feel misunderstood by the whole world all these ashes and promises made of gold will I be a better human when I achieve it?
Red flowers like blood Sat on my lap They tend to perceive this path Strewn with impossible to fight Foes Fabricating fearful fine
A load sits heavy and a load may grow It may hurt your back Until your burried down below A load may crush you And stomp you out
By Cierra Reign3 years ago in Poets
Soft foamy lattes, One sugar, cupped hands I drink alongside a chocolate treat or two on a park walk across a crunchy leaf-lined stage.
By Amelia W3 years ago in Poets
Open dream escaping logic pushing hip pop rocking, Skip beating outside limits knocking, Three times and the wind began to caress the the tears.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
She came out to great applause and stood her ground as twin piercing horns bore down on her There she would spin a red cape cutting the air
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
For so long There has been a light At the end of the tunnel Just out of reach - But now, The tunnel is ending The light is approaching
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Poets
I step outside my comfort zone when I close you, Because within your pages is where I feel the most safe; I knew right then that I had to order more than two,
By V Devi3 years ago in Poets
Our dog sheds nonstop. Flurry of fluff floating through air particles Part of the inhale (Our clothes, our food) But he always has place on our bed
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Poets
