Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Where does a voice go, When it fails to speak rightly, Or leaves without responding In a long conversation? Do others hear it
By Laurel Dreyers4 years ago in Poets
As I sit upon the bed, I think back To all that I have done For myself, for my God, and for the future. I hear the song being sung as we sit
By Joshua Lunt4 years ago in Poets
When I was young I didn’t know why people did drugs When I was young I didn’t know why people said Fuck love. After all it is just a construct.
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 years ago in Poets
Perhaps, tonight, I’ll dream a dream, Of lies, you’ve told, behind the scenes The strength of me you once confined
By Wendy - Empathic Tigress4 years ago in Poets
you're gonna wanna not care anymore you're gonna wanna reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeevaluate you're gonna wanna
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Walked into the continuous is a new rain curtain, kind of your smile. We, walked into that piece of green fragrance of the pastoral earth, in the spring rain center flowers in full bloom.
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Poets
Ya see, a man like me is hard to find. A man like me loves a woman who is not just beautiful and fine on the outside she has to be beautiful on the inside.
By David Thomas4 years ago in Poets
Start at her feet Placed delicately, one in front. Her lead, passively, bent at the knee. Her support, shadowing her figure.
By AAshes4 years ago in Poets
The creativeness, the imagination of a young child is impressive As they live in alternate realities that adults have sadly forgotten,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Whatever I see is that really, Am I dreaming, or it's happening, actually. When I got a chance to talk to gorgeous. To spend a long time, to reach home late,
By Manthan4 years ago in Poets
I was sinking then floating Looked at the faces around me discolored and sick I looked at the trees And they where whispering to me
By NoturMami 4 years ago in Poets
The Flat-Line Diner By: Jonathan Hinternish He looked at the menu. He could not believe his eyes! Labeled food in such funny disguise.
By Jonathan Hinternish4 years ago in Poets
