Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I am the Spirit of the Motherland from distant waters I've come to see how my children have fared I worry about my sons and daughters As any mother would who cared
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Poets
The bond between Our souls If my Soul is unable to reach You than i will embrace You with my silhouette whose Edges are designed
By Rohit4 years ago in Poets
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By Andrew Little4 years ago in Poets
Does it look like the threads of my saffron dupatta that often get stuck between the button of his caramel shirt. Or does it look like the happiness everytime I try to overlook him when accidentally we had an eye contact.
Who wrote this poem with so much emotion and strangeness? The poem writer must be extremely happy even with all of the emotion and strangeness that lies within the poem that you are reading.
By Taylor Casper4 years ago in Poets
A small spec in the cosmos, where is my place. I can't move with every push and pull. Following the lead of wise words and in the footsteps of the path laid out for me.
By Marie4 years ago in Poets
And I couldn't move like a tree locked under epoxy layers that built don't know wooden froth. Don't know if time matters when you're
By Jamie Crotinger4 years ago in Poets
The thick, grey cloud coming from my throat is blowing side to side in the hammock where I float, swinging every day, every night, all the way
By Southern Rhapsody 4 years ago in Poets
I remember the day you turned up, you just slipped in there like you had a right. I kinda guessed you wasn't going anywhere. You got yourself comfy and started to take over, like you'd always been there.
By Dee Dee 4 years ago in Poets
The moon light glows over my pale imperfections, Illuminating my scars. I trace fingertips over my skin as I dance under the celestial light,
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
They say, “Home is where the heart is,” I say, “My heart is in my chest, so I must be home anywhere stay!” Confident statement,
By Isaac Haldeman 4 years ago in Poets
I didn’t know that Marilyn Monroe’s name in “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” was Lorelei Lee, I found it out on Richard Osman’s “House of Games” and that kicked me off to write a love poem based on the concept of the Lorelei.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
