Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Getting a good sleep Is like getting a good man. They rarely happen. Not like the woman…willing to love. He doesn't change.
By Z. T. Woldemichael 4 years ago in Poets
After I died and had ascended, wafting upwards on the warm draft of cigarette smoke and the sea breeze like discarded rolling paper,
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Poets
There is a high of young love with the global shifts of red-hot magma in between our hearts’ pressure chambers. There is a wildfire of waterfalls
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Ad Infinitum From across the room, mapping out the landscape of your body, aesthetic wonder, contour, and form lines elevating orientation, a sorceress worthy of adoration
By cd ybarra4 years ago in Poets
Note 1: These are the full lyrics of the song sung by Irene and her grandkids in the story Granny Four Note 2: Vocal, please enable single spacing! Readers, please imagine the verses with proper spacing. <eye roll>
By Gina King4 years ago in Poets
Pin pricks Stubby sticks Fluffy stuffy animals Clunky studded mammals. Jump for joy, cheer into fear Steer the fear underground and tear
By Malak kalmoni Chehab4 years ago in Poets
My dream is to go to another planet. Earth is going down the toilet. The stars are the way to go. Space is where we can grow!
By Valerie Racine4 years ago in Poets
You’ve been dancing his dance for quite sometime Leading you through the burning flames Is the boy who swore to love you, holding you tight
By Ashley Valdez4 years ago in Poets
I see you. You’re sitting there at your favorite bar. Drinking your favorite drink. A cosmo. Extra lime. You’re acting like you don’t have a care in the world.
By Kat Spears4 years ago in Poets
Master of words, wielder of language, conquerer of speech. I am the queen in the domain of vocables. Yet you, you left me...
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Poets
A faint glimpse of you, of a character I have never even met. Somehow, I feel as though I’ve always known you, my dearest friend.
By Apogee4 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you find your answers in a place you weren't looking. Under the couch by the tv remote you lost. That you swore you just had in your hand but for some reason you don't remember ever putting it down.
By Florence Susanne 4 years ago in Poets
