Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Just like Atlantis Her kitty's royalty just like her wetness Bougie as always, but work 5 to 7 Facing each place, but try to find her heaven
By Midnight McNight5 years ago in Poets
Dickey Pearse lies in a Cotswold stone tomb in St Mary’s churchyard, next to Berkeley Castle in Gloucestershire The inscription on his tomb reads;
By Sandra Ireland5 years ago in Poets
Forced and locked, in the room, Closing in, sudden doom, Air tight, locked to kill, Cold as winter, deadly chill, Covered tracks, sure disgrace,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Sorry, for not telling you, I love you. Time has passed, we have changed, but my mind, solely, has never forgot you.
By The Mager5 years ago in Poets
Everyday that goes by When he’s not around I just lay in our bed And cry----- Missing him while He’s off at war wondering
By Taylor Lancaster5 years ago in Poets
Teddy stood in his house, all broken and rotten. It was going to be left, but never forgotten. If only there was a way to save his family home.
By Philip Swatridge5 years ago in Poets
Will you look into my eyes They hold no lies The girl you see Is the girl I choose to be I’ve walked a lonely road
By S Hicks5 years ago in Poets
The Windfall - words and music David Philip Ireland (musical setting by Mikey Cooling) I came across an orchard with bloodstains on the ground
By David Philip Ireland5 years ago in Poets
© David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved Eighteen shots ring out across the estuary dawn The white horse runs unbridled ‘cross the sands
words and music © David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved So silent came the stranger, through the deep and pathless drift.
I want to have a threesome with a painter and a poet to keep me alive and give a different meaning to the word stroking
By Che'la McClain5 years ago in Poets
Asylum © David Philip Ireland The bleached walls unread are an asylum of sightless eyes a morgue for the undead the comatised
