Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I have to pee I fold down the covers move one foot to the floor It's cold I retreat Undercovers Sleep frees me
By Laura Todd5 years ago in Poets
If she throws her Self high to the storm, roots willfully tearing, the sharp snap-crackle of toppled expectations staccato her dissent,
By Cynthia Chape5 years ago in Poets
“Six Words from the Target Number” The dreaded weed It grows My mind’s seed It shows It’s evils deed It blows Wind it needs
By MaxwellJBanks5 years ago in Poets
The glaring staring eyes of deceit cut through the facade of incomplete denial of existence that is reality. I hide behind culture to avoid this feeling. Laden myself with adornments of questionable cultural origin.
Oh, your lanes better than mine? Cause its outlined in dollar signs? Take a step inside my mind and tell me who will rise.
By Kimber Goodwin5 years ago in Poets
I've been standing at this road for entirely too long. A gasp at the transparencies throughout the complexions of life. I've been idle for what feels like ages...
By Joseph Wilson III5 years ago in Poets
Red blood. Viscous. Alive. It’s nothing to be afraid of, or ashamed of. Nothing to remove or add - this is the definition of perfection.
By Celesdina Devi5 years ago in Poets
Verse 1 Oh, I love my boy, oh, I love my boy Oh, I love my boy, oh, I love my boy All my life, im gonna love ya And I know ya, im gonna treat ya right
By ...5 years ago in Poets
I remember, I remember it all too well… The dawns rays piercing through the eastern horizon, The light bursting the shadows veil that ruled over the night.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
It's days like this that always have a fucking plot or twist. I wish I knew what the fuck was going on, but I will keep on moving forward strong.
By Jasmine Turner5 years ago in Poets
06.24.2019 What the fuck is insecurity ?! This hole in me , I feel constantly . The things I aspire to try , are washed and hung out to dry by ,
By Tiye Samone5 years ago in Poets
You have to pick yourself up off the ground, because no one is going to be there to do it for you. You have to dust the dirt off your knees, shake off the pain that’s holding you back and get.
By Florence Susanne 5 years ago in Poets
