Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Proud of Celtic heritage, Glaswegian born and bred. / The sound of the pipes, the infectious laughter of The Big Yin —
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
THE RED STAR THAT WAITED It burns quietly in the darkest space, a crimson circle breathing fire. Thin branches of light
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Roots of the Unspoken Some roots grow deep, in living earth, but mine begin, where silence stirs. They rise from words,
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
The Roots That Held My Shadow My roots were born, in quiet rooms, where fear grew slow, and never slept. They held me tight,
THE FAIRY DOOR A tiny red door waits in the roots, hidden deep in the green quiet. It looks harmless, bright and small,
The heaviness we feel The depth of the snow The weight it holds The gloom we are indwelled in All crashing down The weight of the world
By Thomas Terryabout a month ago in Poets
Who Pulls Her Strings I saw her stand in that quiet room, her shadow tall against the wall. Thin wires rose from her hidden spine,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE TREE WITH A SECRET LIGHT The white branches glow in the room, alive with colours that breathe softly. Every ornament hangs
I am always asking myself, What do I really wanna do? Do I wanna keep pretending to be a nobody. Like somebody you never knew…
By Eve Adams2 months ago in Poets
I caught you scared and unprepared when the reality of my personality flared. You reached for the straw in my eye, something barely even there,
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
