Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
As we switch on, we LOGIN and scroll through nothing, killing the time, like or react, but with no interaction, on social, but not social, with no satisfaction,
By Jess Boyes4 years ago in Poets
Days do come, days do pass, What once was all but certain, Now questioned by the mass, When things begin dissipating,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
The flower blooms Her pedals torn and ripped The water she consumed Drained her fragile body The light She doesn’t want
By Diamond Smith4 years ago in Poets
All I know about a pear tree, is not much, as they don't grow around me. I know about apples, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, cherries, rhubarb and a few others you see.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
New Adventures Always home Cars and cars go by. Is it my chance to get up and fly away? No but I plan to go soon. I can’t wait to see this county.
By Erica Jordan4 years ago in Poets
Warmth becomes you, my deepest admiration for what you possess. Rushing, pumping, throughout your breast, the warmth you take for granted, that warmth you possess.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse… HA! The kids are screaming, husbands passed out on the couch
By Mel Sharpe 4 years ago in Poets
She left leaving the room empty to go breathe the desolate air of the ocean. A colleague of deep blue with the golden sky
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
They come in Threes, Forcing you to your knees. Matrons, Maids, These Daughters of Death, Tearing from you your very breath...
By Jack Drake4 years ago in Poets
If I had a choice To do whatever I want I'd choose to go backwards Not turning twenty, thirty, forty I hate to age so fast
By Arpan Das4 years ago in Poets
Under The Pear Tree With Me Dance underneath the pear tree, Dancing so innocent and splendidly, thoughts of you and thoughts of me, dancing underneath that pear tree.
By Elizabeth Blade 4 years ago in Poets
They call me industrial Joe, I like to go with the flow, People in the know are slow, To tell you where to go. I've been up since six,
By Andrew Benson4 years ago in Poets
