Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I’m a writer I’m a writer I don’t love anyone I just wrote down that someone(I) did I am a writer and I wring you dry I look at objects not because I need them
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
Glorious, yet deniable, Awesome, yet disputable. The radiance of such admirable quality, Brightening the darkest days,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
If I could take it back, Every thing I said, and Everything you thought you Heard, I would. And this is what I’d say to you
By Tamara Graham5 years ago in Poets
You look at me and think I have no experience; and it’s true that I have never done this one precise thing you need me to do
By Rebecca Hansen5 years ago in Poets
You gonna make me call my nana on you And all my aunties too Make me ask them to come and sit with me So we can meditate on how to manage you
All the ashes in the urn, are the remnants of the burns, we receive from scorching flames, every time we curse in vain, sets the stage for a great scene, a doorway entrance that will lead,
By Jim Gaven5 years ago in Poets
Like a ghost on the dance floor, moving in haunting grace, flourishing in filigree and fainting between twirls.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Flaming pires landmarking misery Flanking the skies blue, are a mystery. Dusty fires all throughout history. And for the youth in your eyes you’ve sure seen your share
By Niamh5 years ago in Poets
From freedom to hope In the skies may we see your sign The star "Perpetual" high in Andromeda, center of the sky Reminding us to free ourselves and those allies who come to us from
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
my home is known as the bottoms where blown out window ramshackles upon shanties are stacked every other thin walled structure leans empty
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Poets
one day i will love the skin i’m in, the flesh i feel. i will say yes, these parts belong to me and now will you love me?
By Mel Sakurada5 years ago in Poets
A Lack Of Something - Never knowing.. If it’s day or night.. Deeply engaged within this plight.. Should I make time to see you tonight ?
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets
