Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Alone By Oba I just want to say a few things to polish your mind Maybe seeing the shadow of your hate will purify your mind
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
I used to mourn the passing of the summ'r. I’ve always been a warm weather person. But I've begun to embrace fall's coming -
By Orion Bradshaw5 years ago in Poets
The veins of trees extend beyond their leaves The water pulled from roots support their height The earth well suit to house all of its needs
By Michael Lamarche5 years ago in Poets
I vividly remember the last few weeks of summer as an early teen when anxiety and dread about the upcoming school year snuck into every still moment. When you were in it, school meant friends, projects, and sports, but in late July, school only reminds you of rules and socially awkward situations.
By J Gentry5 years ago in Poets
Twilight darkens, leaves a-swirling, Crisp the air, and chill the night, And the cook-fire smoke is curling, Weirdling shapes in fading light.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
Bobby and the boys told me it was for my own good that I was acting too crazy about you that they were going to beat
By Wm Kucera 5 years ago in Poets
Until the sun shines, And the moon is bright, I will remember you. Until the wind blows, And the air will be there,
By Sahil Patel5 years ago in Poets
Song for Healing from Susto You whom are in state of Susto, or emotional trauma and shock. Your healer has come a motherly woman in Mexican colourful attire. You are wrapped in linen sheets heated by the sun.
By Jayne McClure5 years ago in Poets
I am a soda that’s been shaken up, my insides are disrupted carbonation. My brain is the black and white static screen, and each white speck is a separate thought. I notice that my jaw is clenched, but only because of the ache.
By Moonlighter5 years ago in Poets
Twin orbs twirl in the dyed black sky Dance tight, clasped in each other’s pull. No matter how they try to say goodbye, The heart heat of their embrace holds full.
By Kevin Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Are they these or that or this will they moan to it first or let you down up frontal plane mist trembling onto you from the reading sprut.
By Darkos5 years ago in Poets
I was sitting in the park the other day and I overheard this couple she was telling him his personality just didn't have the spark she needed
