Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
V01.S06 - “Serene Solanum” by Out of Spite, 2020 - All Spites Reserved. V01.S01 - "The People I've Met" [2020 Album Version]
By Jeaux Morningstar | Out of Spite5 years ago in Poets
Dance my Goddess dance. Spin the winds that frighten even the darkest of souls. They sing to me like a lullaby from a ghost who haunts from within.
By Sarynthia Cordell5 years ago in Poets
“The Pentacle” The pentacle sits on my dresser Ready to be worn with today's outfit Will it be tucked in? Or visible to all?
By Lexie M5 years ago in Poets
Sitting in a cage confused behind where I went wrong, emotional as I ever been I just received 7 years for killing a friend.
By Jammar Philpot5 years ago in Poets
Who am I? Where am I going? Ugly black girl looking for clarity, looking for acceptance but do I need to do some repentance?
By Zuri May5 years ago in Poets
You are laughing while decorating a corpse. The echo of life and death bouncing around the corners of your warm boxes. I know you don't measure your life
By S. R. Mason5 years ago in Poets
He gave no indication to which way he would go but I got the distinct impression that he wasn't going slow, and judging by his driving I think he's going to crash,
By Jamie Irons5 years ago in Poets
Galaxy of multiplicity leaves me to wonder and fall victim within my own alien mind. Welcoming an abduction to verdant fields
By Jessyka Peckham5 years ago in Poets
Perfect Little Sheep: If I...could find...my center... If I...could find...my peace.. Maybe I wouldn't have to suffer...
By Keisha Manuel5 years ago in Poets
Leon: We are still a child my God DJ Nino: “people” think 80 is old when lived for 100s of years before ACE: Cause “people” only remember the history that benefits they cause not Further evolution
By H.O.R.U.S 5 years ago in Poets
Close My eyes in the dark, Wishing my body too stop feeling, Darkness surrounding me, isn't dark enough too compete with the pitch black, within my being
By Isaiah Truth Hunter5 years ago in Poets
jealousy is as cruel as the grave in a cemetery during a violent storm. It is never satisfied and always craves the innocent and lost. It depraves
By The Servant5 years ago in Poets
