Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The murder ya heard of, you think the obscured from the mind of the sickened. The evil referred to. Infest in the crevice, the best of the zealots,
By Mike Edgerly6 years ago in Poets
“What’s it like being a grown-up?” A question that still awaits an answer, but will remain unanswered. Because when exactly in life do we stop growing, growing that extends beyond physical growth?
By Yung Lo6 years ago in Poets
When we were younger in school, we were told to write poems. Back then, all we could fathom and compose was subtle nonsense
Don't judge me Because I scream at the sky I am not the devil But I am a rebel Yes, I have to play Every day These rules
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Poets
Peace: As the Tanzanians would say Amani As the Arabs would say Salaam And as we know it as peace, tranquillity. But ,
By Masuma Shariff6 years ago in Poets
Look out. See the blue as it fades to orange then to blanket black. Let it wrap around you until you float towards the oblivion
By Em E. Lee6 years ago in Poets
Look at me. I listened to your story, but there is one that I have as well. Boy, I hope you’re listening. I don’t want you for your money
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Look here, man. I ain’t nothing but another dude who ain’t got shit to lose. My conscience is troubled enough. I have a story to tell you, I am coming clean.
I AM FROM… I am from where the hills meet the plains Plain Janes and mud stains On the torn knees Of loose-fitting blue jeans,
By Orion Bradshaw6 years ago in Poets
Merry Go Round (by: Andrew Neil, Feb 2, 2018) Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round and Round and Round Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round and Round and Round
By Andrew Neil6 years ago in Poets
Times that need an Evolving and moving sense of purpose Rising out of the ashes Rocking through the hours after a long Original story for this weekend and
By Jay Beastley6 years ago in Poets
Are you there my Johnny boy? Will you go to Tallow Beach? Will you work the cedar trail? Will you do as I beseech? By the time I reached the camp
By Steve Tyson6 years ago in Poets
