Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The night darkness driving me insane Everynight is full of suffering and pain Thoughts in my mind always in the myre Lost of the urge for my worldly desires
By Cedric Fadero4 years ago in Poets
LISTEN CLOSELY....GET YOUR ATTENTION UNDIVIDED I GOT ENOUGH HITS....TO PUT RINGS AROUND THE EYELIDS... I'M UNDER-RATED...I FILL YOU IN LIKE CRAIG DAVID
By Daryl Hamilton4 years ago in Poets
I often spend time wondering if I will ever go to Greece, It’s on my list of places I want to visit, of places I think it would be amazing to
By Abby Jacobsen4 years ago in Poets
You say you are ugly, call yourself names like awkward and clumsy; but have you ever truly seen yourself? Can you answer that honestly?
By Lilo4 years ago in Poets
... and you destroyed my legacy - you destroyed me, broken and i'm not sure what's worse being broken or the fact that I allowed you to break me in the first place
By Simara Askew4 years ago in Poets
Colors living inside, though we can’t see They turn our world upside down The depth of our perception goes further than we believe
By ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ4 years ago in Poets
Happiness isn’t gift-wrapped It won’t come in shiny paper with an intricate bow on top You can’t order it off of Amazon or find it in the aisles of Target
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
You left me here all alone There's nowhere that I can go You were my home my one place To let my true feelings show
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Poets
*** That movement... Is pretty abnormal to me. What are you hiding? *** I can't help but notice these weird behaviors,
By Rika Lekay4 years ago in Poets
One day, one raining day I ran into my favourite Chinese restaurant To get out of the rain And also to get some of my favourite veggie dumplings
By memoirs of A moustache4 years ago in Poets
The last train drops me off at the station. Out late again. The path home is illuminated by stout street lamps littered along the ground.
By Eleanor Roberts4 years ago in Poets
Young Afro could not play with his childhood friends when their grandma came. Young Afro was never allowed to have a dog nor did he have a father to make him feel safe.
By Brodrick Sheffield4 years ago in Poets
