Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Do we need to understand our use of money? Money management.... M is, of course, money, O is for the opportunities it brings to us,
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Yes, that was about ‘Heat Above’ by Greta Van Fleet… I have been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of thinking about the moon and the wild dogs and Greta Van Fleet.
By Kira DeSomma 4 years ago in Poets
I was looking for phrase, and this was on screen; V is for vocal, O is for the opportunity to earn, C is for communications,
I rub and rub yet it doesn’t come off What is this dark substance on my skin why won’t it come off? I cry and scream as the dark red wine streams, “why won’t it come OFF!” I exclaim, as I wince in pain.
By Marsai Mitchell-Sanders4 years ago in Poets
Once I had a lot to say until I learned what not to say in order not to give offence to avoid battering against the fence
By Isabel Storey4 years ago in Poets
I'm on Level ATE! Elevate. Levitate. We are opposites if you're on level HATE, at the Devil's gate, knocking, hoping Heaven waits.
By Seth Thomas4 years ago in Poets
As I bathe among a billion stars My milky white flesh and its healed up scars I find myself covered in the dew of revelations
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Poets
Dear Superhero, For long times, for long agos, for the now and the future... Here we stand on the edge you and I... Where do we go from here you and I?
By Rachael J. Davis4 years ago in Poets
Halloween is near, Halloween is here, But do not fear, But be ready for a good scare, Scary costumes will be everywhere,
By Mitchell4 years ago in Poets
Late one night, I took a stroll And chanced upon a child A little girl in a thin white dress The night was cold My breath white puffs upon the air
By Chanelle Joy4 years ago in Poets
For those that see, what’s coming fast, It’s time to make, a stand at last, It’s now or never, as shadows loom, It’s time to rid, the world of gloom,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
Does it make you feel “big”, to make me small? To walk around tall, even though you constantly fall? Some call it masculinity,
By shadow siren studio4 years ago in Poets
