Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
It´s been six years since we last spoke. We separated over trauma, pain, and fear. However, I never stopped thinking about you.
By Merlin Mystique4 years ago in Poets
What is content? What does it mean to create it? What does the process of creating content entail? How long will it take?
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
When I skate I feel free, invincible and wild, released from life's burdens, with the heart of a child I'm something untamed, full of power and grace, an unstoppable force, from another time and place
By Carolann Dowsett4 years ago in Poets
Somewhere relationships will be formed, Somewhere there will be lack of intimacy, Somewhere you will get praise in life,
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
Remembering a time, Learning to tie the shoes. Two ways to a bow, All only had to choose. One loop, Two Loops, Bunny Ears.
By US ALL4 years ago in Poets
Could this be a dream .. or a missing piece.. God tell me, You give me the feeling of existence something so securing .. but my past still fearing like the fact tomorrow isn’t guaranteed you can just up and leave, oh baby that’s just routine for a chic like me,
By Ashley A4 years ago in Poets
She dances like thunder, High flying to the sky No one will whisper No breath, so mystified Captured, captivated. You can hear her power
By Bob Metivier4 years ago in Poets
Following blindly Brainwashed into evils Believing ones actions are kindly Furthering your soul, causing upheavals Never to find peace
By Jewels4 years ago in Poets
-I'm over this BS, everyday of the week same mess -Every month of the year same stress -At what moment can my mind rest?
By Cocoa Chadae4 years ago in Poets
I’ve been sitting in silence with the moon She tells me sweet little nothings as she dances around the night sky. Smiles back to me and washes away my doubts
By Sid l.c4 years ago in Poets
I’m a dance naked In your bathroom Girl. I’m a bending Back, bored, Filled to the brim. I’m a matter with You and my mother.
By BC Purchas4 years ago in Poets
To keep a special way of life, To keep my hope alive at All times, he lit himself in the dark every time, It was his habit to keep light all the way,
