Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Drastic changes everywhere abound foliage erupts in a symphony of colorful sound a tray of crisp maple leaf cookies crunching underneath your feet
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
Upon pitted asteroid, it waits and slumbers Neither dead nor live she wanders Drifting through an expansive universe Milky Way, the next system cursed
Introduction This is for a competition that I saw while browsing for the Tyne and Wear Metro. You can enter it here if you are so inclined.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
Salt on the Shoreline The sea remembers every secret. It whispers them back in the language of waves. I walk where the tide has been kind enough
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
I am from a teacher, a bus driver, a factory worker, and a sarcastic student I am from the tropical arid heat, hard working days in the hot sun, and lazy nights under roofs made of cardboard
By C. J. Pharez4 months ago in Poets
The Gods are feeling frisky, They have lots of games to play They all formed a band Just the other day. ☀️☀️☀️☀️
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
My mouth is running out of breath I'm smiling, knowing death is near Crying from my mistakes Veins are popping and rushing through my skin
By KuroHoshi4 months ago in Poets
A Lantern to Heaven To Her Child The night is quiet, the ground is cold, a mother kneels with hands that hold. A single lantern, small and bright,
The Room With No Light In the corner, a chair that remembers all. Its fabric worn thin by prayer and time. Dust gathers softly on the edges of the air,
Oct 8th,2025! ~ A Human Writes/Rights Journey! ~ There’s always more to write About our rights, I mean, what is right, after all?
By Jennifer Cooley4 months ago in Poets
