Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I can’t sleep because I’m stressed My mind won’t slow at night Work tension keeps me pressed I’m tired before daylight 🥱🥱🥱
By Rick Henry Christopher 8 months ago in Poets
Red Twilight’s Embrace As night descends with a crimson glow, The sky ablaze with hues below. Dark clouds drift in a fiery sea,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Mr narcissist the wicked man He was poison but I drank it like wine willingly eyes wide open. I was a game called hurt he love it.
Sit down an write, they say as though I can conjure up a life for them that is better than their reality, and maybe I can.
By Angel Adagio8 months ago in Poets
when did it become a political statement to uphold the sanctity of life? to say out loud genocide is a godless crime ⋆｡𖦹°💥*ੈ✩‧💣°𖦹｡⋆
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
Fuck! What I write can’t come out now, can’t come out from my brain now, it’s insane how it works now, like, like, like, when I’m in a good place now,
By Jess Boyes8 months ago in Poets
There’s no animal chasing me No immediate threat But I can’t rest There’s no gun to my head It just feels like it And I’m trapped
By Leslie Writes8 months ago in Poets
The screeching, grinding of metal, fills the ears A sharpening tool helps make preparation for what's to come Going forward, facing all of you mortal's fears
By Jason Morton8 months ago in Poets
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
A Red Rose Lay on My Grave The reddest rose lay on my grave silent tribute no hand to save its petals weep in quiet rain
Life Extinction First the bees went, their hum replaced by a stillness that rang in the ears like grief. Then the rivers slowed,
