Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I don’t want to be read—I want to be seen. Still I refresh the numbers, watch them feed. Yet every night I bow before the screen.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets
The Clock With No Time The clock sat still, numbers missing entirely, its blank white face ticking without purpose. Time stretched strangely
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Many the hearts I've trampled through One that causes me the most guilt The one that matters belongs to you * There are times I wish I could start anew
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
The rains from the heavens, do not discriminate They cleanse and sanctify all the same and offer a pause to both ruminate and celebrate
When darkness falls and your sins you recall the paralysis can leave you feeling captive and it's hard to find joy in anything at all
I regret not speaking to you when I had the chance My mind returns to you though you’re no longer near I long for the days when our voices could still embrace
By José Juan Gutierrez 2 months ago in Poets
At the end of the road I found love My soulmate, the joy I’d been longing for One woman whom I’ve come to dream of I lift up my eyes to the heavens above
Moments of life shedding light on the way, Serenely reflecting, life in full swoon, Memories illuminate darkest days.
By Thomas Durbin2 months ago in Poets
The Eye of the Branches The eye looked out through living wood, Its gaze both endless, calm, and near, It saw the secrets buried deep,
i am a dotted line, you tore me at the perforation, weary is the wolf inside me bound by chains, i have loved you past the point of perspiration.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
wherever I go I see your face, if I told you that you'd think I lied, you haunt the walls of every place. / in the hallways of my mind, you tend to pace,
Emotions and sky are both sometimes blue, Memories surface, their moments too brief. What has happened to the world that I knew?
