Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Emotions and lies determin false minds a lie is a lie, the two dont conside what if i live my life, with no emotions inside
By Paul C Martineau5 years ago in Poets
He never knew her soul was burning, itching to be free. Never looked deep enough, to realize She Is Me. She never stopped to think about,
By Bailey Thornton5 years ago in Poets
When this comes to flows, Ayo my wordplay iz steaky sleepin on the best of MCs, your vision's hazy fkd so much in the telly, the clerk's lazy
By Ramiah Spearman5 years ago in Poets
This the day i trade complacency with gifts n talents pick up my pen then try to git off paper witty n silent half yall nickas hard headed, everything means violence(shhh)
Sum 'dogs' iz wild killaz, im a silent assassin im not gon snuff you nicka when you fkd up crashin' dont rilly wanna fight or cook beef but i'll mash when
Im three times the nicka, three times three the 0's pray to God i could play Santa with three times the 'ho's'...nah three times a lady dat blow, git down fasho
Ayo i got an ill rhyme, i kick an ill flow, but who the fk knows or cares this dog bout loose nickas beware ima hold you down righteous black in lyrical form
Im a cool savage nicka, such a bastard nicka not so dirty, seven thirty or the plastered nicka just a nicka dat try to avoid a mash on nickas
Popped a thrilla, gotten illa, layin low in the Villa innocent child turnt killa? well im half way trilla streetz cold like i need a chinchilla, playaz i feel ya
The spines of wilted twigs splayed across beds of Autumn leaves crackle beneath my weight. With each springing step, my toes crunch at the touch of brittleness. My heart banging on the door to my brain, screaming, begging for help! "Please!" BOOM BOOM BOOM "Please! Let me in!" BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM "HELP ME! PLEASE!" BOOM
By A. A. Mor5 years ago in Poets
Castle Hill Ave is a bitch on Sunday mornings. People who smile at passersby are usually in church by then and from 9am to about 3 in the afternoon those left in the streets just, stare.
By Carla Santa5 years ago in Poets
Look at things from my perspective. Cover up giggles with scowls because life has taught you to, because before this, laughter has always meant weakness.
