Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Constantly walking and not knowing where I’m going or coming and to figure out my path is quite interesting. Growing up understanding that my spiritual side need nourishment too was so fascinating.
By MaryJane Logan4 years ago in Poets
For some, a soldier's weapon it is And many, a soft coated balancing skin When the music dances, the ballerina chooses her flow
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
He cries himself to sleep every night because he doesn’t know what to do. He has no one to turn to. He’s ashamed when he cries because real boys don’t do that.
By Vanessa E-Daniel4 years ago in Poets
When purchasing a new mattress there are many choices over which to mull. One of the best choices and brands is a new mattress made by Lull.
By Christopher “CJ” Herring4 years ago in Poets
The time has come for my journey to begin I don't know where I am going nor what I will see The beautiful landscape of the west or the always enduring Atlantic coast
By Micheal Rogers4 years ago in Poets
The Middle lies secured on the inside Sheltered in between the Flawless and the Esteem But, where exactly has that left me?
By FEHIN4 years ago in Poets
Ben Billings built busy blocks buying Bob's building. Ben bills Bill blocking blocks by Bilco. Billy Bob bilks Ben but Bill buys back Bilco.
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
The Sweet Nectar of Life on My Bottom Lip I have always loved flavor--sweet and salty with a little spice. I like music that speaks to my soul and reminds me why my eyes are deep, dark brown.
By Carmellita 4 years ago in Poets
There was a box. Inside there was black satin. It gleamed when I opened it. The dark shiny material flooded out of the box - something like this should have been in something that had a lock.
By JeanElizabeth Smith4 years ago in Poets
Draw round the circle Draw round again Draw round now thrice to seal it in. ~~~ Hail to the East and welcome in The air we breathe in and out again
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
Memories will always stay Every night for you I pray Right away I write away What’s on my head night & day You taught me how to be strong
By Haychie_Artist4 years ago in Poets
I fall to my knees and pray that I don't go weak I try to clean my mind I need an 8 day week plus 3 just to say I got enough sleep call that overtime My moms more worried for my mind than I I'm addicted to writing lines like I'm tryna find my shining light after watching dragons fight Think you know my life but I'll never show the other side I know you got my mind in your left hand With my soul in the right I'm a man of gods might but I'm filled with the devils pride I'll take acid and stalk my mind Feel the world alive Climb high cause I'm stepping on time If you Ask how I feel about life I'll reply yours or mine Who am I? What do I symbolize They say the eyes are the window to the soul now come inside Don't mind the lies sprawled across the walls Guess I haven't had time to install something for you to stand in awe and gawk at I've been too busy stalling to notice you getting taller Or maybe I'm just falling Wow, thought I would have caught me by now That's odd it feels good to stop and watch When you know time don't give a fuck about clocks until they stop
By Josh4 years ago in Poets
