performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Reminder to myself
A little reminder for myself: It isn't exactly about giving up everything just to reach my own dream; rather, it is finally giving my time to attain it and giving it a way to my life.
The Trenches
In the trenches, the dirtiest kind. How did I get here? I must have lost my fucking mind. Gotta get out of here, feels like there’s nowhere to go.
N'jeri BintaPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsNaNoWriMo
NaNoWriMo is for me and many mo 50,000 word count in one month 25,000 is the number for midmonth. It takes dedication to write enough
Denise E LindquistPublished about 13 hours ago in Poets
our collab
let us carry on with this collaboration and maybe you can fill in the gaps? i thought we could stay on the topic of mental health perhaps?
Poems by KieshaPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets
Neutral
I can't lose something if it was never in my possession. I can't be sad since I've never felt joy. I can't be happy since I've never felt miserable.
Lucy StarrPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets
Home
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Sunday bazaar
Today was Sunday, so my mother and I went to the Sunday Bazar to buy some groceries for the house.it was such a large, and congested place that taking a step forward was impossible.
Eons ego
Eons ago. In another life time. When i would sleep with a thud at a fixed time. No overthinking, no medis & no visit to shrinks. We were living in the city happily as ever in a mud plasteted house built by our ancestors a century ago.
Diary
A girl sitting on the roof of a house writing a dairy in her hands. Mid-night of winter around 2: am. She is writing something she can't share with the world. the night is so clam,
Sometimes, it becomes really very difficult to be among people
Sometimes, it becomes really very difficult to be among people, keep up even a minor conversation and respond to others with the same energy as they have.
Dear Life
Dear Life. You are the most difficult puzzle. I can't understand you completely,No one will. You are the sweetest one because you give multiple chances to understand you....To take you seriously you.....
The warning of the grass seed floating in the wind.
“ I can see beyond the mountains, but only when the sunsets. And when it comes to pass, I wait until sunrises. To descend beyond the mountains. To find what I had seen in the absence of the light. In this total state of darkness, I see beyond the graze. The troubles of the flowers that tithes to the rain. For I am a seed blown by the wind; I can see the direction of the sun, the shadow of the land, but that does not factor in my final resting place. I glided with no strength of my own; guided by the force of thee above. I witness the uncertain destruction of the scenery, as it changes its colors from green to crimson. I have forgotten the melody of the wind. So engrossed at the beauty of the flowers glowing in the moonlight, that I had forgotten what I was meant to do and become; grass. For this I fear:
Tiffany WigginsPublished a day ago in Poets
