Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
My Lust For Love Lies On The Surface Of The Moon. Somewhere, Between Too Much And Not Enough. Lined With Ignorance And Finished With Bliss...
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson6 years ago in Poets
Eyes once filled with joy. Inner beauty would glow, in the thought of tomorrow. Reflections only show sorrow. The mirror, a shadow of myself.
By Joshua Willis6 years ago in Poets
a passing joke leaves my throat Just another throwaway line Bounces off the floor and back into my ears quickly glance around and realized
By Iris Nacer6 years ago in Poets
My family's from Puerto Rico, from a place where the smells of rice echo, from the junkyard called “Chris’ Room” , from my sister’s where Justin Bieber posters loom.
By Christopher Vanatta6 years ago in Poets
The Mad King looks, the Mad King spies The Mad King stares with Mad King eyes Then up from throne he starts to rise He calls the guards then someone dies
By Michael Blanco6 years ago in Poets
Lovely you are Leaping from Leaves. So Far Fetched in Fairness Time Seems to STand STill When I Gaze into your Gorgeous Georgia eyes.
By Casey SilverRose6 years ago in Poets
My third time was the first time I had to lose myself The first time I had ahold of myself It was the first time I lost myself
By RRICH 6 years ago in Poets
I won a battle today The battle of my heart Everything that was thought to be lost. Just in the blink of an eye turned into a metamorphosis of colors and lights
By Mara Morais6 years ago in Poets
Y’all digging in deeper.. making your own graves. All hail the deceiver, Evil roads he paves. The stairways to you’re hell..
By "Serenity Mask" 6 years ago in Poets
Are we the martyrs of our own destruction? Are there outside forces at play? Every night, I dream of a solution Only to wake, and see it fleeting, drifting further away
By Jacob John Czarnoch6 years ago in Poets
Tie your ropes/ You careless man/ You've lost your hand/ In the height of your work/ So you've returned/ To the home you left/ But righteousness is for the weak/ Yet with a little more discipline/ You could have stood the heat/
By Makenna Nicole6 years ago in Poets
When will they see the Triforce is real? Can't you see feel it's power in this realm? Of course some rather deny, than embrace it's power and fly beyond the skies.
By The Sinister Pen6 years ago in Poets
