Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
When we are gone and all of this is over will I ever meet you again because I question if I did will we be trees planted next to each other
By Vanessa Emma4 years ago in Poets
It was on the month of September, The summer had start to fade, Seeds began to scatter, The farmers would switch their trade,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
I still remember those autumn nights, The ones where our laughs would light up the sky, Where the stars would glow just for us.
By Imogen Ray4 years ago in Poets
This is a poem inspired by my Muse because of a comment she noted about another story Lady of the Water that she described as "epic". That was her favourite, this one is now.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
nothing helps me or it would if I allowed it. It's always been cleansing for someone else, never worrying about myself.
By Ash4 years ago in Poets
Gasping sounds Bright force Her desire burns like a fire A thirst so strong it builds the desire Her feet run old from the cold night
By Ava Saint4 years ago in Poets
He was covered in the clouds of the hurricane, With a voice as loud as thunder. The raindrops beckoned when he hearkened,
i. they say time heals all wounds, but this is false. what they mean is that time distracts you from the pain. ii. yesterday there was a thunderstorm:
By Antiquity Anecdotes4 years ago in Poets
Who said, love is only for lovers I've seen it happen between brothers 'Cause a brother is the guy Who'll stand by your side, without a question of why.
By Aayush Tiwari4 years ago in Poets
Where love is for beginners, Where turtles turn to stone Where peace is everlasting Where war is a winter storm Where truth turns into a liar
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
I saw a UFO one night driving half the state of California. Middle of the night, 5 freeway empty aside from us and a few truckers
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
No longer will you live rent-free in my head, Any thoughts about you from here on are all dead. You think you’re so smart and above everyone else,
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Poets
