Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A pale moon above Below is a shallow ocean I'm descending To the garden Plummeting far beneath my heart These creatures of the night,
By KuroHoshi4 years ago in Poets
What is truth? What does truth look like entirely? What is the sum of truth? And where is the truth applicable? What does the application of truth look like?
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
When it comes down to the grand scheme of things, I hope you know that I was only hard on you because I see your full potential.
By J4 years ago in Poets
Dear, black girl it's okay for you to be loud to take up some space It's okay for you to march forward since you've always been told to wait
By MyaSherre4 years ago in Poets
You know the one, the bullet that carves through the flesh so fast that you’re already nodding and thanking them for their feedback, before you realise the giant gaping puncture they’ve left in your chest.
By LilyRose4 years ago in Poets
The empty spaces began to hurt, but I’m not afraid — not anymore, because time has been twisted into the magic in which I am now blissfully suspended.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Son of King Ban of Benwick Son of Queen Elaine Both of which I never knew– I raised by the Lady of the Lake She stole me and
By Jamie Dyke4 years ago in Poets
We will draw on the board Things we want Treasures we kept in hoard, Paint a plant All the wills we afford ; Trace a ford
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
Staring at the stars wishing for you in my heart, Dreaming of your eyes Believing in faith and love, Sitting wondering where or when
By Rachael J. Davis4 years ago in Poets
A blazing trail of fire carves a path in the woods And cloaked in fur of red Chasing after it, hands open Ready to fight or grasp
By Doza4 years ago in Poets
In the misty morning fog, a barn owl lay dead stretched across a log. It’s fate was sealed the night before. It did not go gentle, still it did not roar. It was a rock that did him in but first I must tell you how this began.
By Knightshade Leone 4 years ago in Poets
Angry at the world today -- With thoughts of death inside my head today.... I don't know where I am going, or who is there...
By Jennifer Bledsoe4 years ago in Poets
