Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Heroes Are Over Rated Sometimes Heroes are over rated sometimes, They arrive too late or not at all, They love the sound of cheering,
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Today And Always Today sits heavy on my chest, Always presses where scars live, Love does not ask for permission, It takes whatever you can give.
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Decimating darkness Has arrived To precede My only dawn Penumbra black Pitch-thick Weeping down My sickly alabaster shell
By K.B. Silver 3 days ago in Poets
How to be audacious First - establish your superiority Strut the stuff that the Good Lord gave you Excuse me! Do you not see me approaching - Shouldn't you be genuflecting
By Novel Allen3 days ago in Poets
Do you take "Mary" to be your wife - NO, she wasn't a VIRGIN, biblically she cannot be pregnant! Do you take John, to be your husband - NO, he wasn't covered in water, he never understood what he needed.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"3 days ago in Poets
You miss them. So do I. Our people are different but the story's the same. What was once love is now withered away, A dead rose sits in the back of your closet because you're secretly hoping it will bloom again,
By Dylan 4 days ago in Poets
Tables turn losing streaks taught me to win I failed alot got back up When life had me pinned Walk alone, stay to myself
By Nathaniel Terrell4 days ago in Poets
Two Feet Of Snow Two feet of snow fell without asking permission, overnight it settled like it meant to stay. A garden paused mid sentence, mid thought,
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets
You know, I’m afraid of leaving you… You’ll make me sick, that’s what you’ll do! You’ll make me crave you all over again,
By Nicole Attenhofer4 days ago in Poets
This morning I woke up, And I did just simply that. The sun was bright, the air was warm, So I put on my hat. - I walked out to the garden,
By Latisha Fairfull4 days ago in Poets
Heat was always a friend of mine It helps with my thoughts and my movements I was fast, on my toes and a warrior in the sun
By KuroHoshi4 days ago in Poets
Why Did The Colours Run I washed the day with careful hands, believing what was bright would stay, reds and blues held their own names,
