Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Sleepless Night. 10 PM Oh, hello my oldest friend I see you made it out again A welcomed visit from the sleepless night
By Solo Gamez7 years ago in Poets
Her body evoking feelings of wonder deep down in my heart Such primal urges bubble to the surface from the start When I first caught a whiff of her physique
By Wyld Tha Bard7 years ago in Poets
City strutting through these streets trying to be as cool as I can be Trying deep in my mind to ignore the fact that it’s increasingly hard to breathe
What we see is limited as long as we contain ourselves in a container of comfortable existence like herbs packaged for freshness
By Kelvin Bueckert7 years ago in Poets
The elders said keep them eyes on the prize To beware of the lies that blind such a path to success Such stress in its depths I detest as I wear my heart on my sleeve in such a test
I'm a mess I'm all over the place I'm all stressed My head is always up in space I'm a mess I'm a mess I'm depressed I can't get out of my head
By Janice Page7 years ago in Poets
Whose Dance is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
By Beauty Queen7 years ago in Poets
V1. My brain is big and wide And by the way My experiment failed today. Skipper's rage climbs so high And by the way This isn't a game to play.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
I am not defined by my past, for it did not last! I am defined by the now, and how I make my choices. The voices from the past will not make my decisions of now.
By Lavender Jones7 years ago in Poets
You trip, Tripping over your own feet, a toddler learning to walk. Then you fall, Falling faster than you’ve ever fallen before.
By Lucy Perrin7 years ago in Poets
I have been yanked out of my childhood. What was once sunny blindness Turns into hurricanes when I'm given glasses of reality.
Did you ever respect her anyway? you never looked at her as anything more than the next totem on the pole of your road map of exploration
By shaun_the_prophet7 years ago in Poets
