Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The heart holds the aged wine The wine smells good But time brews bitterness I can't look back on the past
By Dana Winn4 years ago in Poets
Beyond the steam over backwater A smoke grows, it skims part of the sky, Down, a young man derives lazily Holding a shisha as a master
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
Resting small upon the bed emaciated nd faded with age no interest or strength for food so he has to be fed. As I sit there by the bed
By Isabel Storey4 years ago in Poets
Home is at the sink where I do my thinking I craft schedules while scrubbing plates I envision my children’s futures submerged to the wrist
By Bianca Grant4 years ago in Poets
My star of David. How I tried to follow you. A testament full of lonely pages still hard to turn to.
By Cat4 years ago in Poets
There I go, there I go, there I go again. Driving fifty-five Down the drive. Blasting Luther Vandross on the car stereo.
By Cathy Money4 years ago in Poets
How is home defined? Is it a physical place? Or is it people? My home is people Who I surround myself with Is just home for me
By SH4 years ago in Poets
Feel your feelings Feel the gray the soft sweater the cozy socks Leave the mess feed yourself Feel what you need to feel.
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
There's a light at the end of the tunnel. In trivial times, the world seems dark; take one false step and you'll get lost. I often feel lost. I often get lost.
By Bernie 4 years ago in Poets
I fucked up this time but I couldn’t care less, It was good for the plot line and placed a smile on my face like I’ve won some contest.
By Eagles 4 years ago in Poets
*** It's kind of complicated, In fact, it makes me feel frustrated. *** I'm currently working in a business; Though it leaves me with dizziness,
By Rika Lekay4 years ago in Poets
Why is it that you only ever look at me when we’re sitting down on the bathroom floor Engaged in a ritualistic binding of the slits on my arms
By Samuel Wu4 years ago in Poets
