Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Opened the door and so my mind "What is there?" "Just a mirror and some furniture. Oh, sorry, nothing yet." I closed my eyes, and suddenly the room was full
By Andreea Oprea3 years ago in Poets
There were summers spent in fields of gold, where I lay my head on the softest grass and stared up at stars typically cloaked in city lights & smog.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Poets
Comfort is a warm hug, A reassuring smile, The sound of a loved one’s voice. It’s a soft blanket, A favorite song,
By Kabinga Charline Mazaba3 years ago in Poets
The up-close frontal view of my visage in the mirror, the one I see every morning, is who I see on the inside. She is confident and clever.
By Jordan McCoy 3 years ago in Poets
The sun shone almost too brightly today. It leaked through the bottom of the bathroom door. Mesmerizing, enchanting her.
Comfort comfort, what is comfort? Comfort is relaxing under the steady pulsing pressure of the water falling from the showerhead onto your face, onto your body,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
Dear sister, darling sister, I wish you well every single day. I hope you eat well, sleep well, sleep those aching muscles away.
The first night home I close the door And drop my pack The furnace Nudged by outside air Awakens Its blessed breath
By Denise Shelton3 years ago in Poets
With your makeshift handle you sealed shut the door separating what you were and would be stuffed into a box of dials alone in the stratosphere
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes at night in the oddest hours when sleep will not come my legs forget their age and whirl running entire marathons
Unhealthy habits grow in sun-deficient soil; it is difficult to weed them out. They wrap up around my toes and dig me into the ground.
By Sone Kramer3 years ago in Poets
Comfortability is such a strange concept Different for everyone Yet certain things remain the same The feeling of being comfortable
By Anne Pedersen3 years ago in Poets
