Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Between black Obscenities and the Ruling class of Self destruction, One needs to find Some time to have Fun.
By Kai Cohan4 years ago in Poets
I felt our histories entwine with each passing glance. Our ancestors danced in ballrooms, swam in sacred waters, and whispered sweet nothings under the moon.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
Toss my heart upon the floor Broken shards are all that remain. So sick and tired of your empty refrain. My brain, It screams at me to slam the door!
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews4 years ago in Poets
POETRY IS A SIGN OF REDUCING THE TIME SO SACRED TO ONE’S MIND OR THOUGHT ABUNDANTLY, I CURSE WITHOUT A SECOND ENDING OF THE PLAN, OR OF evidence in hand
By Ms.Love'Nia Renee4 years ago in Poets
Ain't it sad when life just gets a little dull? And I don't really talk to myself about what I'm supposed to say 'Cause that's the only way that I find myself
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam4 years ago in Poets
Shhhhhh.... (Did you see that Betty?) Shut up, peepin. (The one over there?) My man... (She’s it!) As the Venus de milo so radiates in the atrium at the Louvre.
By Aaron Steele4 years ago in Poets
The world has changed, that’s a certainty, But every generation, thinks this certainly, Life moves on, we do our best, But don’t compare yourself, with all the rest,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
the electricity - looking into your eyes I saw your walk - when you stepped in at that moment I was overwhelmed strong, weak, vulnerable, as a whole
By Agnes Laurens4 years ago in Poets
I remember cold nights spent staring out at the city before us. Well, a crap-hole city. But Goddamn it was ours to behold!
By Florence Susanne 4 years ago in Poets
There is darkness everywhere; it consumes the day, leaving naught for sorrowful stars. Time does not halt for such despondency.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Poets
My mind is falli ng On the floor Slowly but surely Every piece of it Bit by bit is falling On the floor It started slowly
By The Invisible Writer4 years ago in Poets
We often tell ourselves we don't need to be understood. That we don't need anyone to give us the feedback we need from simply being ourselves.
By Alejandra Carrasco4 years ago in Poets
