Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Ineradicable forms of lines from some man made solution of removal Expect questions to be asked; in hidden disapproval
By Aubrie Belle 4 years ago in Poets
My Father Told Me... By: Jonathan Hinternish My father told me someday I will have. Land and food A-Plenty.
By Jonathan Hinternish4 years ago in Poets
We Built The House gathering materials we built the house gathering crew we built the house gathering money we built the house
By Kelly Vedder4 years ago in Poets
I am hungry. So so so hungry. A hunger so old I do not remember a time where I was not starving. Desperate for a warmth within me that would ease the gnawing.
By Cheshire4 years ago in Poets
The streets are now empty, A dozen closed down stores, The abandoned dairy factory, No-one works there any more, Rents no longer affordable,
By Noel Downs4 years ago in Poets
An anxiety attack woke me up this morning. It woke me before even my alarm went off, Way before actually. I knew as my heart raced as my mind paced as the negativity erased me that I needed to leave the house.
By WrittenWritRalf4 years ago in Poets
I too, am Australia! Millennia after millennia, I have risen And I have fallen. Despite the odds my spirit strengthens.
By White Wolf 4 years ago in Poets
Each initiation will advance the understanding of thy previous one. Hesitation is the wolf with no prey. Prevail thy cause and purpose to its fullest extent,
I got a 4-year old girl, she’s laughing, sitting in the bathroom, playing with toys The news anchor in the background, he’s just white noise
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Poets
A hopeless romantic, with symptoms of panic, When the curtains start to close. Life's little lessons, Keep on keeping me guessing. If there is anything else,
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
As predicted I’ve been convicted of feeling sick in the head I wish you’d put me to bed So, I can wake up in sheets made of satin and honey sweet dreams
Dark. Damp. Cold. My hands reach around, But there nothing to hold. And my left leg feels so cramped. Are my eyes open or shut?
