Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
London UK In Smog London wakes beneath the smog, a city breathing through grey. History clinging to every brick, as buses roar past each day.
By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert5 days ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
By Marie381Uk 5 days ago in Poets
a gentle camp fire ne'er burnt nor crisped the frogs better boiled besides
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Poets
My fingers were bruised! The thumb etched into the corners of a mysterious nightmare, but I'm a stickler for prints. I'm a dynamo waiting to unfold as I swipe my tips across the miracle God bestowed on my delicate palms.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"5 days ago in Poets
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
This is a proclamation disguised in fury, do not be fooled by its beauty. Worship it as a warning disguised as prayer...an announcement dripping with impassioned, vehement ire.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
Whistling winds whipping, Beneath cold clear starry skies. One wick remains lit.
By Liam Storm5 days ago in Poets
Power, elegance. The Red Queen sows seeds of flame, Amid icy seas.
I pray to receive abundant wealth of things that money can’t buy I have a lot left in the tank And that is a blessing I have much to accomplish before I die
By Nathaniel Terrell6 days ago in Poets
The Miller And The Mice The miller worked where the river groaned, With stones that screamed when night drew near. His lantern shook with every breath,
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
