Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Viewer distinction is advised You must be eighteen or bolder Blasphemies not included Some scenes may not be inscrutable for all anonymous members
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
I wonder a lot Don't know why but I do But wondering makes me wonder Is this wondering worth it? I wonder about the purpose of
By Tarun Gupta4 years ago in Poets
Why doesn't Beacon respect my mind? He always wants me to show more skin... He says that Mother Teresa and I are wardrobe twins...
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Poets
You don't know her; Only I do. She's trapped behind bars; Trapped within my scars. She cannot escape the station; That is my imagination.
By Rika Lekay4 years ago in Poets
A thief pilfers letters off signs all over the city and splatters the walls with meaningless graffiti sometime during the night
By Jan Portugal4 years ago in Poets
His replete lexicon Scaffolds a superior mind Excavating proof of marvel With trenchant phrases like Fletching minnows off
Hear my cries or lend me your futile minds It’s time to go to Angel town It’s time to get high or lose everything While feeling down
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
The poet begins with a blank piece of paper, a deadline and too much time on his hands. The poet realizes that he has just begun to start the first lines of his new poem.
I don't know what I'm feeling, this is the first time, but if I told you that all I want is to be friends, that would be a lie
By Hannah Alexander4 years ago in Poets
Country boy dreaming of fame, To young to know better, Old enough to chase the magic of dreams. Faded blue jeans and a beat up six string,
By James Jenkins 4 years ago in Poets
I miss the days when I didn’t feel stressed about every little thing. The days I wouldn't rethink that conversation, the way I phrased that email, or how I approached a tense situation.
By Elizabeth Perks4 years ago in Poets
For every piano key pressed the floor gives way to fallen rose petals, floating like feather-light droplets from figmented clouds, muting
By Isabel Keleti4 years ago in Poets
