Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I’m starting to feel more of me again I wonder where she went The remaining part of me thought that she was dead The trauma of losing me
By Liquey the Poet4 years ago in Poets
Don't you hate it when you're watching your new favorite show, but didn't realize it was the final episode of the season;
By Zachary Marshall Ivey4 years ago in Poets
One day I was walking by trying to get back home. It was three in the morning as I was walking alone. All by my own,
By Luis4 years ago in Poets
In life, no one sits near me for two minutes, Today everyone is sitting beside me. To date, no gift has been received,
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
As quick with smile As quick with joke Sometime even so hard , might lead heart stroke Breathtaking laughs , been borrowed and shared
By Prakhar Namdeo4 years ago in Poets
There was a time when you ruled the world, When I believed nothing could take you down. There was a time when your throne sat at the top of the hill,
By Norma Jane4 years ago in Poets
I don't want this story to end. I just want to read one more chapter. I'll try and finish this last page. Start over again the next day.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Poets
Sevilla walked along the isles of the library. The book she was looking for was there, she knew it. Every clue had brought her to that place.
By Sandra Tena4 years ago in Poets
If only my love was enough to disguise the pain that ails me. If only his lovely attempt to be could truly fullfill me Even when we lay close I feel loneliness in my soul
By Queenish4 years ago in Poets
A reflection of beauty is what I see. A strong black woman is beneath me. Gifted ,talented ,and has a heavenly effect on the world around you.
By PoeticallyPurple244 years ago in Poets
Another jobless morning driving for brunch wallowing in life's melancholy where are all the people surrounded by fall turning black the faded white noise
By Anonymous Writer 3784 years ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Fox I sent you my rent after I got paid. My boss says I can’t get a raise. Don’t mind the wet bills. It’s all from the sweat of my slave.
By Z. T. Woldemichael 4 years ago in Poets
