Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
My mind is a galaxy, spilling the stars across these empty pages. Debating a swirling pen to write about problems like unfair wages.
By Autumn Easley3 years ago in Poets
I pack my bags, pushing down the emotional goodbyes. I just can’t do this anymore, I’m so tired of the lies, The poker faces, and the constant, tiring pretending,
<Act 1> Morning, I awake Inhale, life again, I’m still here. <Act 2> Shuffle my sleepy-block feet to the end of the bed to
By Catherine Kenwell3 years ago in Poets
I was getting dressed the other day when I sensed someone watching me * I went outside and looked around but didn't see anyone
By Wm Kucera 3 years ago in Poets
Many know comfort in their mother’s smile. Other’s know comfort in playing catch with their father. For me, I never knew such comfort could exist.
I used to find comfort In tea time with mini cups and saucers, And dolls at a wee wooden table. In the stuffed bunny I cuddled,
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
you are my snuggle puppy in bed every mornin’ when I can imagine unparalleled endless possibilities durin’ a home screenin’;
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
THE WALL By: Steven Dean -- Life can be hard Pain will always scar Putting up your guard
By Steven Dean3 years ago in Poets
Get myself a cup of tea Every time I am around you There is nothin’ that can pull me out of this * Comfortable feelin’ of fulfilment
we all have dreams smaller, bigger, in-between I once had an orangewood guitar I sold it to a Russian girl homesick
I was lost in midst of an abyss of self hatred that I created I was sedated by rage and overtaken by pain and the worst thing is that it was all self made
By Ezra Berkman3 years ago in Poets
Angst cannot be tamed at the hands of a worrier But celebrated, and even cultivated into grandeur Chaos. Keeping heads tied in knots as hands grow
By Jadeeee3 years ago in Poets
