Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Opening the door to a place I once grew with, The gray tinted wallpapers falling off the wooden panels I lean up against,
By M 4 years ago in Poets
I loved to take long walks in the woods feeling the cool breezes on my skin and listening to fallen branches crack as a buck
By JeanN4 years ago in Poets
The way the sunlight ricochets off of her skin The way she emanates a sense of beauty that comes from deep within The way her entire body glistens even in the dark
By Ali SP4 years ago in Poets
I walked the streets of cobblestone where once we walked before. They were not the piles of broken bone I imagined anymore.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
This is the sorrow, which I cherish, I keep hope, I live with hope, I have the happiness to say, I do not get a single one in my arms,
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
That Nothing I Do Every morning, it’s all the same, sunshine, snow days, wind or rain. Linda leaves for work, little dog shows up,
By John Korkie4 years ago in Poets
It is firmly affixed at the cuff, but hangs so loosely in my chest, steady as a hired gun once in motion, acutely punctuated while at rest,
By Dee Yazak4 years ago in Poets
Hi Coast, Did your sky still blush, as the sun came home? Covered in pitch darkness, I would tell you The tale of the falling snow
By pheero4 years ago in Poets
The girl with the red stick on her lips She does it for herself To help her smile on through And to earn punters tips
By Molly Aitken Sheridan 4 years ago in Poets
When love comes to an end, There is no hope. There is no way, To get the love back. You were mine once, But now you look stranger.
By Kiran Yasmin4 years ago in Poets
While walking through Whitby I noticed a remarkable number of houses have front doors approached by very long flights of usually stone steps, and most of them are very impressive but hardly practical in many ways.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
those memories those sacred memories of people who once were so close to me those who were once the main people of my life
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Poets
