Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Delayed flight. . The sun bursts through a cloud, Clearing a view to the ground below, And I peer down to the filthy Old Dupont Factory and scatter-scan
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Poets
Doomsday Wheel! Doomsday Wheel! Spin it to destroy the world! Doomsday Wheel! Doomsday Wheel! Come on, and give it a whirl!
By Casper Tunes4 years ago in Poets
It’s a love you know I’ve tried to explain Eases my sorrow Helps with my pain The essence of my existence Even from a distance
By C. H. Richard4 years ago in Poets
Sunday is for selection Many will experience rejection Being set free To finish their degree Headed back to higher education classes
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Poets
I said to the hubby, I know someone close to you calls you a big ape! She may not know the difference between a gorilla with a cape!
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Ah Putin, ya shoulda done some more computing, before ya sent your troops a shooting. Perhaps then they wouldn’t be a looting,
By Zachary Phillips4 years ago in Poets
How many days do I count Until the satisfaction sets in For all I’ve done and for how long It repeats in my head What it will all look like
By Alejandra Carrasco4 years ago in Poets
When we first met are the only words I get to write before a lean over my shoulder to see. Already failure at held back laughter
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
I finally made it to 300 reads Whether that be friends and family Or anyone anywhere in between Stories and poems are what I write
By Danyel Fields4 years ago in Poets
Poison soaked roses Sometimes the words flow from my lips the way water flows down a stream Or the way your hand fits perfectly in mine
By Epiphany Spence4 years ago in Poets
As a kid I jumped on beds, Ran across chairs, And crawled under tables. I explored jungles, Danced with princes, And fought in battles.
By Lindsay Stevens4 years ago in Poets
Fulfillment. The word leaves my lips feeling foreign slipping off my tounge, what does it feel like? What’s the natural aura of the word?
By Josie Tucker4 years ago in Poets
