Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The birds sang louder than ever before The Birdssang louder than before Rain fell steady, soaking the floor Worms surfaced, wriggling by the score
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Bigamist He kept two rings in separate drawers two smiles shaped for different laws one wife wore pearls and raised the roast
Someone said there is no rhyme for purple so I wrote a villanelle on the subject. Caroline Jane suggested I combined it with Gina C's "Purple Turtle Rap" so I tried it .
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Am I Losing My Mind Over You? Am I losing my mind over you or is this just the way it goes when someone breaks in quietly
The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours No beds for dreaming. No time to heal. Just cold white walls and iron feel.
The Anxious Mind It doesn’t shout it taps a finger to the glass checks the locks again asks the same old question what if
Death of the ego... Feels foul blocked at the free throw... In the meanwhile, thinking about blessings from mi amigo Even though the laughing hyena
By El Poet8 months ago in Poets
Terrible weather comes mate. I feel a storm brewing A storm of fickle fate From Oval Office far beyond Australia, Europe, Greenland …
By Andrew C McDonald8 months ago in Poets
StoneHenge The circle that watches The stones stand, patient with the weight of centuries, their silence thicker than the night around them,
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
The Good Old Days, 1970 We had one key for the whole front door and left it under the mat Mum said “If they want the telly that bad,
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
