Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Live from Stengel Avenue. The South Ward in Newark, New Jersey. Mic check, 1 2 1 2—sound system on point. Ight, ight, right, go.
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
I’m a time traveler going back to childhood The boy I once was before becoming a man Early 2000s were interesting for me Schley Street days, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network tuned up full blast on my momma’s Magnavox
I have sinned I wasn’t a beautiful soul Nor was my talent godsend Toking girl scout dat’ “God” sent My plan all along, without the poetry there’d be no Khali
I Remember A Woman I remember a woman who was warm but has now turned cold I remember a woman who was bold but has now become embarrassed
By Kelly Berry6 years ago in Poets
V1. I plow the Imagination with garbage from my breath. Return to shadows with no present credibility left Cause with no morals around in so long,
By Monique Star6 years ago in Poets
Another day, another dollar Another blunt, different weed filling it with roaches to follow My pen is now in position, playing like the New York Giants in the 2007 playoffs
A Party of phrases was forming behind closed doors And the first phrase to arrive was ‘I’m yours’. Then the lie laid down as other patrons arrived in style,
By Michael Peters6 years ago in Poets
Hi! I’m Young Poetic Queen. I sing, I fight for justice and equality, and I write poetry. I mostly write poems about racism, gender inequality, bullying, mental health, mental healing, spiritual healing, my faith in Jesus, my life and self love.
By Young Poetic Queen6 years ago in Poets
Mmmmm I gobbled some speakers and now in surround my voice does glisten, Then I swallowed a pair of headphones so I could listen
Allen Ginsberg once wrote something called Howl, great advice from a dead poet Like captain my captain Wasn't that Robin William’s big lesson to those kids?
On today’s episode of Myth or Fact— We will be quizzing the audience on Khali Raymond, a prolific writer from Newark, New Jersey.
no sleep, no relaxation haven’t touched down in the crib since five this morning no food, no water i have been cleansing my dormancy
