Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
____________________________________________________ - Abfahrt nach London - I saw the day break, It remains a Sunday morning.
By Dan Styles6 years ago in Poets
I got a, a leaky faucet gushing away On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day That's the anxious message that I left for you
By Jason A6 years ago in Poets
When the audience claps We, the performers, feel appreciated If the audience didn’t clap We, the actors, would feel the gloom
By Nikki Kanwal6 years ago in Poets
|The Wound. | These thoughts of darkness that fill my mind, are like the comfort of an old friend. The inevitability of death is a condolence,
By Paige Buffat6 years ago in Poets
Losing my skin Losing my face of past sins What does it take to be king? I need everything Now I got nothing Never in control
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Poets
I imagine myself, In a space away from here. Maybe I'm stuck in the void, Some place between warmth and cold. The place where you feel everything and suddenly,
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Anger is a funny word, You use it to taunt, You use it to hurt. You use it, And yet you’re the one who says Is misunderstood.
Maybe I don’t see how you see. Maybe I don’t think how you think. Maybe I don’t speak how you speak but that’s what makes me unique.
By Kate Marie6 years ago in Poets
This is how I stand. With my back straight, And justice held in my hand. I dare not move past my limit. I dare not say that my duty
I see you’re with someone new Hope life treats you better boo Hope she gives you what I wanted to Hope she always stays true to you
By Sarah Holdsworth6 years ago in Poets
Oh my good friend Jim. He lived in a boat by the Hampton Roads. The best fisherman I ever knew, but a very bad cop.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Poets
Beware Beware scent of spites sentiments in the air Something simmers awesome often doctored and proffered The telling willing of the stoning unknowing
By Douglas Brayton II6 years ago in Poets
