Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Layer upon layer thrown upon me, anchoring me to expectation. Thick like empty canvases, covering me like burial shrouds,
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
A home is created by people, By photos on a wall, By smelling what the Rock is cooking, That is, if life has made your mama wrestle too much,
By Poetfric4 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you make connections, In passing cars, in moving past Or walking by. You lock eyes for a moment and you feel a bit of their existence.
the true bride once upon a time in a humble village there lived a young woman named clover clover symbolises good omens for faith
By sajid ali4 years ago in Poets
My family of four Planned an adventurous day. We would travel To a Renaissance Fest two hours away. * The drive went smoothly,
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Poets
Here I bind here I’ve cried Clinching pain and fallen tears in my left hand and not knowing why I couldn’t stand next to the next man
By Davon Lundy4 years ago in Poets
Have to dig deep, find life in the living So many things out here “to die for” How is it expected that I keep on giving When instead of love, it’s lies galore
By Mousiké4 years ago in Poets
Do you crave immortality? To outlive the world as the decades crumble, years ticking by as seconds, dripping past your understanding,
By Jade Hadfield4 years ago in Poets
There was once a mighty king, Who ruled both land and sea, Full of majesty and power, Dominion and authority! He had a treasury full of silver,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Time has always been war for a fighter like me, knuckles and heart battered and bruised. Minutes become monstrous for the worn and weary,
By Zak Klapperich4 years ago in Poets
Imagine you're on your way to work. You’re running late, so as you bound in and out of lanes attempting to make up time your eyes fixate on the upcoming intersection. You’re an experienced speeder so you notice the crosswalk countdown for pedestrians heading in the same direction of travel. 5… 4… 3… in your estimation there is plenty of time to make it through. 2… 1… even at zero the light is just about to turn yellow and today yellow means speed up not slow down.
By J.Ariel4 years ago in Poets
My Millennial Generation Living and dying by our uses of substances, Trying to fly in our abuses of cognizance Our senses are cracking from sleep-deprivation
By Southern Rhapsody 4 years ago in Poets
