Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
'Twas the night before St. Patrick's And all through the cell The only thing heard was you yelling hell. The laundry was hung
By Tina Morse8 years ago in Poets
I'm known as Jessie from the AZ CG Where I'm from you don't fuck With the PD. They tried to give me ten But I got less than a year
And it feels like I wanna be free I feel just like a root Or an actor on the screen Staring in a movie Of a script I've never see
Gone Long gone is my princess Taken much too soon Gone in the dead of night Like a theif's precious jewel No longer will I see her —
Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is sweet But so are you Teddies are soft Flowers are nice In my life You are the spice
If I had the chance to go back to re-sketch the events in my life I won't deny any of my truth I would rewind the hands
By Dawn Coleman8 years ago in Poets
And so it turns out that I am a homo The fourth of July and Halloween combo The cooked spaghetti my grandma serves well That’s why the only playlist I have is Adele’s
By Angelika Arroyo8 years ago in Poets
Drunk dreams keep fucking with me No longer holding on to sobriety Can't decipher what's real and what's not Goddamn bring me back to reality
By Abigail Rutherford8 years ago in Poets
My black pen It's got me through rough times. Like when I tried to write this song Couldn't think of any rhymes On my skin flowed the dark ink
By Loaf8 years ago in Poets
Another day at school and I am ready to retreat As the bell rings, I grab my things and head on down the street I stop by a soda shop nearby and get myself a pop
By Joshua Scott8 years ago in Poets
If I could sell my thoughts, how much would it be? A penny, a dime, a dollar or three? Will the public demand that I cheapen the price
Readily available to be angry. Under many conditions enraged, Feeling wrathful and your blood's boiling! All because of irate.
By Joseph Marra8 years ago in Poets
