Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I thought of the word “Whispers” and then thought of the ways in which I could use just that word to create new ideas. There are so many ways that we can use simple ideas to express our imagination and creativity.
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
Forever chasing victory Focused on making history That's why yo bitch Ain't shit to me My mind is glistening Listening
By M.J. Rossin4 years ago in Poets
November 1987 Walking to school Cold bite of autumn air Breathing car fumes too *** Walking past stationary traffic Engines revving, horns beeping
By Paul Douglas4 years ago in Poets
No love… for the… chocolate girls… 🍫 you say… 😳 8 out of 10… 🙅🏾 of us… aren't... cute… you say… 😳 Makeup… 💄
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Poets
There once was a boy from Nantucket Who would walk around carrying a bucket Now no one knew what this little boy had They only heard that it was from his Dad
By Matthew McGrew 4 years ago in Poets
My mind is a clock; my thoughts like cogs that are bent and misshapen, that wobble in place and yet cannot be shaken. The hour hand spins too slow
By Lilo4 years ago in Poets
The smell of apples and cinnamon fills the air, as my speech scents of chamomile tea, and with skies of bright baby blue,
By Lilian Wicca 4 years ago in Poets
I decided to do this as a blank freeform poem about interaction with other Vocal creators on Vocal and Facebook. ֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎֎
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT !!! I’m cruel and ambitious! A fool, who has wishes! If they’re fucking with you, my tool’s gon’ blast Mitches!
By Seth Thomas4 years ago in Poets
I look at you with a lens of hate stretched through stories, equations constructed by our shattering. Y=mx, the slippery slope between why and
By mokradi_ 4 years ago in Poets
I had the world at my feet, life spreading before me like an unfurled rug Broken teeth and a smashed up face resulted from a car crash, aged just 17
By Rosy Gee4 years ago in Poets
She don't expect anyone to understand The demons she been fighting She just trying to get thru another day Because giving up ain't a option
By Loata Moala4 years ago in Poets
