Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The twinkly stars shine down Twinkly stars shine down on quiet streets, night holding its breath above the ground. Windows glow with borrowed warmth and thought,
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
I brushed my teeth today, I should get a GOLD star!! I brushed my teeth today, I should get a GOLD star! I brushed my teeth today, I.... should get a GOLD Star!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"9 days ago in Poets
Feel the Need I feel it in him, a shadow crawling, hunger twisting beneath the ribs, eyes glinting where the light fails,
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
By Latisha Fairfull9 days ago in Poets
This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his MOTHER! This is what his family wanted, but I'm not his CHILD! This is what his family wanted, but I'm never his GRANDPARENTS!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"10 days ago in Poets
He did not call us to be sugar on the tongue, To melt into the moment, To sweeten every room until truth dissolved. Sugar wins smiles,
By Hannah Lambert10 days ago in Poets
I was cool with playing my position because I fit Knowing full well I did not belong How did I stay the course when I was weak?
By Nathaniel Terrell10 days ago in Poets
People swear change arrives in January, wrapped in fresh calendars and clean promises, in vision boards pinned with borrowed dreams,
By Hannah Lambert11 days ago in Poets
i run my hands along the fibers of my words; some scrape the skin off my fingertips, leaving me raw to their power, while others feel like gentle lips
By Alexandria Stanwyck11 days ago in Poets
This message goes out to whom it may concern Here in my vast traveling sojourn A witness to humanities burn Inches closer to the event horizon
By Amos Glade11 days ago in Poets
Take me to a place like Neverland, A fun place where I never have to be a man, Where I can jump and run and fight for fun,
By Jesse Lee11 days ago in Poets
“Tell me about love, Mama.” I used to say. * Remember the swish of rice across the bilao? Tssst shhh tssst shhh. *
By Guia Nocon11 days ago in Poets
