Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Hang by its mercy, Only one strand left to go, Goodbye, cruel world. **** Till next time,
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
Running out of air. Your heart slows. You will die soon, In this dark coffin.
By Julie Lacksonen4 months ago in Poets
The Man in the Red Sky He stands alone against the burning clouds, The air is painted with forgotten prayers, The light behind him bleeds through silence,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Wild Sky Run The horizon bursts open in flame as the herd breaks across the light each hoof striking the dawn like a drum that wakes the soul.
The Sky Witch She flies through the silver air the moon her endless mirror the broom her stubborn friend old laughter curls behind her
Shadows, darkness form, as dusk cradles the dawn <> Red flags — the buzzword of our age. Only slight glimmers of light ever seen,
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
My roots began in a far-away sun drenched Continent - across lands where I was first planted - then I became unceremoniously ripped, dragged from the bowels of my beloved African heritage - whipped - replanted, bloodied - murdered.
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Poets
Your hands smell of blood, The blood that you stole from us, Death is the only answer!
By Carol Ann Townend4 months ago in Poets
I'm a vampire in love, I crave the taste of your sweet, salty blood, Your veins run like sour cherry vessels, It's the red wine saviour,
Ghost in My Cup Steam rises like a story a ghost born from heat and hope arms wide, eyes bright haunting the morning calm.
The Carnival After Midnight The carnival after midnight waits for no one. The tents glow with strange electric dreams. Laughter hides behind the curtain’s edge,
The Window Nobody Opens There’s a window at the top of the house. It stares out over fields that forget your name. Dust has made lace of the curtains,
