Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
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
It pains me to admit there must be fear in my heart for the thud to feel normal as a deep inhale or slight sigh. As dreams chew my mind just like
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
sad days are always like this today we buried our Queen my birthday is always the same when I am drowning in sorrow in my bed
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
the comfort you gave me it stayed in my memory the memory of lost feelings when you have taken up the cudgels on behalf of me
No feeling in the world, is greater than that which you receive, from being in harmony with what one envisions to be, striving ever more to approach closer and closer
By Shuah3 years ago in Poets
Marionette My weakened legs, from having been strung up by the duplicit puppet master king-- His Majesty was done with me. Strings? Cut,
By Sara Wynn3 years ago in Poets
I sit back in my armchair, The flames lick the air surrounding the open fire. My aching back is embraced by the cushions,
By Anthony Jennings3 years ago in Poets
Drowning in inspiration while parched for new ideas Starving for innovation, thoughts barking like hyenas Overrun with determination and not a thought in sight
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
