Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I've been flirting with insomnia fondling the cold neck of a bottle I've been tongue kissing lechery fingering a speckled purple mottle
By Antiquity Anecdotes3 years ago in Poets
We crossed paths at the open mic, after the lecture about Beowulf, . and the foundations of English literature. . An hour about treasure,
By Poetry Landscapes3 years ago in Poets
till last year I was fooling myself that I am vital, valued now I know that even if I leave tomorrow no one will ever shed a tear for me
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
tissue of the town it’s too tight for that soaring with the birds on a clear blue sky or in cloudy blustery weather
This is my eighth dark poem for Dharrsheena. Although a little Kafkaesque I will use "The End" by The Doors for the music
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
You can feel great pain, then there can be a better tomorrow. You can dance in the warm summer rain, washing away all your sorrow.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Poets
They were too scared to be around her Every susceptible sign sent to them Was asking for help And at the same time
There are many forbidden rooms In my brain Places I’ve crossed once Forever sealed in me * I have to avoid *
...I find comfort from my aunties' hugs it's something from up above that reigns down on the stars the light that shines from across
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
game of dice with life and death on a train when all the threads they lead me against all odds to the past masterfully woven from shards
On a rainy night desire, hot clothes and towels are taken from the dryer The cold weather can be uncomfortable, Yet, the Sun and fire play a part in getting comfortable.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Sweat... Dripping down across my face. On the treadmill like it's a race. When I'm done, I'll hit the weights. To ease my stress and lift the weight.
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets
