Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
She dreams of the stage at a 9 to 5 Dreams of characters a little more alive Where diamond dust is swept into the eyes A place where angels go to rest & hide
By The Girl in Grey4 years ago in Poets
In the 1970’s Rat Race, I left my “Womanly place”. Hands bloodied by self sacrifice. Unwoven hem, bursting seams; Of a dress keeping me up right.
By AAshes4 years ago in Poets
In the hills of the city is a man The man with so many wonderful plans With a golden resplendent minivan Ready to welcome any traveler
By Caeizar4 years ago in Poets
I am the one whose footfalls Tremble the hearts of the weak When the thunder of my calls Foretell futures bleak + Destruction is my armament
artwork by Alex Cipriano @alexciprianoart + All armor here prepared to be fastened With my one-self ready for steel fashioned
Suddenly, I'm reinventing myself. Suddenly, I'm peeling and tearing and calling it chiseling, but maybe, at this point, it's just falling apart.
By Lisa H4 years ago in Poets
When I see you, my head pounds When I talk to you, my throat is sore Am I sick? Or am I sick and tired of the bullshit spewing out of your mouth like vomit.
By Angie Seminara4 years ago in Poets
The Traveling Man travels Through the vast land of Shadows Accompanied by his own And some clothes in a satchel Migrating from place to place
By Sawyer Sullivan4 years ago in Poets
I’ve started using Grindr again for the first time in years. I used to call myself an addict and went to meetings but not for sex.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Poets
Happiness is around somewhere Probably hanging in my blind spot Because all I see ahead Is monotony and a time clock And behind me
John Lennon said "Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans." He died a long time ago. Sound Waves don't last very long
By Po Ivey4 years ago in Poets
Red down my legs The life source rouge running Coating my fingernails and smudging the corners of my mouth My sacrifice unquenched the fury of he
By A poem to you4 years ago in Poets
