Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Sometimes I cry for no reason I like to cry when I'm not cutting onions Honesty burns, hurts and heals But what's the meaning
By Rute Eliana Santos6 years ago in Poets
Be My Peace Be my peace. The words rolled from her lips to my ears. “Life is already crazy. Be my peace. My calm before, during, and after the storm.
By J. Jamal6 years ago in Poets
Hey Tina what’s been up? I’ve missed you lately, let’s meet up? It’s not as easy as i thought to just forget you, 1 week goes by and I’m ready to feel you.
By Troubles in my past.6 years ago in Poets
There aint nothing that You could've made me do Kept on thinking that i wanted you I could have changed your mind But didnt want to cause im not blind
By Andrew Walters6 years ago in Poets
Grappling with stolen images, I awake to find the dark. The night owl’s flight sounds boisterously in my ears And my head screams with the pounding of blood
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Father and son, Rob Marmion / Shutterstock.com Dear dad, I wonder if you have pictures of me, and reminisce on the times we used to play basketball in the park,
By Adonis Richards6 years ago in Poets
Daydreams rip and shred the seams of my sighs That drift within the turpentine of time. My mind washes itself into thinking things
In a hurry, on my way, nearly there, can you hear me; Will you wait throughout the struggle, will you be able to bear my burden;
By Grace Guzman6 years ago in Poets
Trouble times and tunnel vision Echo in the great unknown. Causing fear to stir derision At each sweep of wind that's blown.
May the ceilings made of violins come crashing upon your head As he kneels down by your side whispering You should have listened to me the first time I said
By The Girl in Grey6 years ago in Poets
Just because I ain’t like ya Don’t mean that I’m hating Pop smoke get caught short Don't let my words Be Mistaken
By Antonio Ali6 years ago in Poets
Dancing lights and greased up men in corvettes Sequined dresses and green-watered fountains Rich boys catching delicate little women in their butterfly nets
