Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
It was difficult to define - comfortability- a peace of mind. Truth be told, never feeling comfort in my skin- Until recently, a transformation within.
By Jamie LeFebvre 3 years ago in Poets
I find it in the early breath of morning As light peaks through the fog on the mountains And birds ruffle their feather for flight.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
What gives you comfort? Maybe it is a tree fort! Probably the same for me! Could it be? All of those things listed above?
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten Queen It all started with dark eyes and a sinister smile That seemed pretty innocent to me In the Beginning
By Amystic3 years ago in Poets
The game of life is rigged Death always wins Crawling on our fins Now obsessed with our sins From the dawn of rain
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
In the words that I breathe, My mind brings comfort to me, I ponder thoughts across pavements, Ideas spread through lyrical notes,
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Poets
Feeling Overwhelmed Stay calm and chill out Feeling Emotional Stay calm and chill out Feeling like fighting Stay calm and chill out
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
How long will I wait? How long will I drag myself through the mud before I realize the hands waiting for me to finally take the bait.
By Ash3 years ago in Poets
What challenge isn’t a challenge? Mind fully divided. The earth is flat Prove me right or wrong, The motion is circular.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Success of inspiration is never quite what you think. Waiting for its arrival is an endeavor far too meek. Pencil it in to match even the mundane
By Sierra Mafield3 years ago in Poets
I write every day. Almost. Sometimes, it's forced. We're struggling with money problems and I don't know how to keep above water.
By Heather Cumbo3 years ago in Poets
I want you to have the sun I want the overpowering waves to make your glow visible like I have seen it, I want you to feel the glow of the mirror, the amazing cut of diamond that feels like a thousand moon-lit wonders.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
