Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
there’s kombucha in my fridge and crystals in my pockets totems they make me feel good i curse like a sailor i like sailors
By Jen Parkhill “JP”3 years ago in Poets
i have a disdain for gps and maps especially when it comes to familial pirate's treasure i know exactly where it’s buried
By Jean-Emmanuel3 years ago in Poets
Your bright blue eyes. Your tanned dark skin. Your wavy thick hair. Your swelling heartbeat glistens my being as it glows like a Goddess
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
When my heart’s bathing in a music tub My blood is just a powerful rhythm And my veins move up and down like a classic beat
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
Each time I smile They smile we smile And I smile even more My smiling back is an answer to their happiness And a repetition of my happiness
Some afternoons My mind’s cooky And the heart is a sold reed To beat for my body But my eyes need to breathe And my soul’s still here
There's a safe place for me when the leaves change color and escape their branches. I find solace when the sun sends itself to slumber sooner
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Poets
In the beginning, stepping underneath the bright lights would warm the surrounding air, and speaking was as easy as breathing. As the years went on becoming accustomed to the lights and their power- feeding off the warmth, and brightness.
By Ria 3 years ago in Poets
Just two of the long solid good forks And two of the super cheap spoons Keep counting them down for tomorrow Good enough as the dishwater cools.
By P. M. Starr3 years ago in Poets
Whatever I see is that really, Am I dreaming or it’s happening actually? When I got a chance to speak with gorgeous,
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets
Seamstress Before The Stitch Becomes A Scar By: Nicole DeFelice • Every night, My own hands Punch stitches through My two tender lips,
By Nicole Oliver3 years ago in Poets
Give me a moment and I’ll tell you of My favourite team in the sport I love My comfort * They haven’t won in 55 years
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
