Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
After the parade I ponder And address Dear Wednesday, You are drippy spitting and spewing drops and shady flakes of soppy spirit
By Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)4 years ago in Poets
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. Don’t waste your time on a man/woman, who isn’t willing to waste their time on you.
By zhangxiuzheng4 years ago in Poets
Where did all my hope go FUCK Where did all my words go Why can’t I just SHIT Why can’t I just say what I want to Because I don’t know what that is
By Fayiah4 years ago in Poets
A parade is a time for celebration. A place where people show fascination to condemnation and voice their righteous indignation.
By Danielle Avery4 years ago in Poets
may i state to you a fact you ask if it’s ok but not before you act so i can no longer let you stay if it’s all just play
By Isaac Haldeman 4 years ago in Poets
My View - Timothy Moneyham After the scene Aftermath Aftershock The After effects when you had bright intentions but they soon turn dark
By Tim Money4 years ago in Poets
I was too "weird" I took pride in it But made sure not to reveal, That I knew I was gross My whole life was a joke
By Kelsy Landin4 years ago in Poets
Remorseful Hearts The impulse of corruption Naturally flows within my veins Ambitions of twisted intentions Though my heart conflicts my brain
By Thomas F4 years ago in Poets
Would you close the door behind you when you leave? I don’t need anymore of their kind coming in killing my kind because they didn’t learn how to appreciate all of the colors in the crayon box in Kindergarten!
By Lydia Nickleberry4 years ago in Poets
The more she trusted him the more power and control he had over her heart. A flower of perfect petals brushing through the fingers of his palms.
By Jumess Dinanga4 years ago in Poets
I protect you from the rumble Of a cats hungry belly The cold air Of an unsuspecting spring snow. I fight wars for you As you sleep
By A. Skillings4 years ago in Poets
I don’t belong here Even if there is belonging here I keep my sense of longing near As I return to these errands that I call my life
By Drew Davis4 years ago in Poets
