Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Constantly living in the shadows of self doubt. Unsure of who I am. Memories spiraling together like web threads. Distorted images in my mind, like paint drops in pools of water.
By Israel "Jade" Hector5 years ago in Poets
Lately I really don’t want to go to class. The jail cell of the desk is too hard to go back to. The halls are fields I can run and breathe freely,
By Madilyn Hunter5 years ago in Poets
You were born with the gift to succeed. You were born with a mind you can feed. I don't understand how you live through the greed. For a drug that you want, and not the knowledge you need.
By D.L Wiggins5 years ago in Poets
There is magic in these fingertips. I feel it in the night, The early morning, I feel it when my sisters From another life
By Syd5 years ago in Poets
I don’t like that I like you But it feels right & the vibe is cool No murky water no tide pools I don’t mind being beside you
By Sadmartian5 years ago in Poets
Blow their minds Over and over again Until they call you queen No they never met a warmth Like yours Down on their knees
A poem about the novel Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy. I read this book recently for the third time and decided to write a poem about it. I was impressed by it and its story. It's a truly great novel!
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Poets
https://linktr.ee/outofspiteclub V01.S03 - "Past Dreams" What is the worst to come of this? Oh I don’t know I wanted more than hit or miss
By Jeaux Morningstar | Out of Spite5 years ago in Poets
The idiomatic interpretation of sunset and sunrise is a product of high yielding mind. The sunset follows by the fall of night.
By I. R. Pathak5 years ago in Poets
Being knocked unconscious three times with near-death experiences before turning four Thoughts of darkness forever linger
By Marcus Azaria5 years ago in Poets
https://linktr.ee/outofspiteclub V01.S02 - "Gave It All Away" https://outofspitesite.bandcamp.com/track/v01-s02-gave-it-all-away
Dust bunny meat Seven days a week You got that dry ass pussy Make his sex drive delete! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
By Ginger Snaps5 years ago in Poets
