Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Gronkle the Grey was a wizard by trade He lived and he worked in a treehouse he’d made He wore a grey cloak and he carried a staff
By J.C. Bunton5 years ago in Poets
Clear as of old the great voice rings to-day, While Sherwood's oaks leaves twine with bay: The voice of him the master and the sire
By Robert5 years ago in Poets
Basking in the sunlight, I move forward, in solidarity, Knowing I loved you beyond my incapabilities, Oh, “underthesea,” you have no more power over me
By rosaaalex5 years ago in Poets
So why are barns significant? They’re not But you always mention them It’s your mind that always goes there So it’s my significance?
By Bonnie Misha5 years ago in Poets
A LETTER TO MY SCHOOL DAYS I want to write a letter to you about how much I miss every bits of yours, That I want to attend those assemblies and recite those prayers once more.
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Poets
What is poetry?TORT" What is What Poetry is diverse flows Exhibiting man's nature. So, why poetry in tort class? Maybe the pen will answer question.
By Goto Emmanuel5 years ago in Poets
You were a gypsy as you bent Your dark hair over the black grate. Hardly the west light above the hill Showed your shadow, crooked and still.
By Mohan Adhakari5 years ago in Poets
She walked through the commotion, The sound and constant cries, Push and shove, detect with adrenaline, The spread of constant lies.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
It’s getting to be to hard to see. It getting to hard to maintain. It’s getting to hard to be free. It’s getting to hard to play these games.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic5 years ago in Poets
I am so mad right now! My day was starting off so darn good. I got up around 6:15 am so I could do door dash early and be back home around 11 before he comes home from work.
By daija miller5 years ago in Poets
I - Nowhere Riddles Steady rain had been falling for two straight days And the two men were very glad to, in the dimming light
By rusch5 years ago in Poets
The Coldness Of This City All the leaves have fallen the branches cold and bare the sky has lost its warmth coldness fills the air
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Poets
