Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I called for you in the darkest hour, When truth was heavier than my breath, When the floor beneath my fragile soul Was crumbling softly into death.
By imtiazalam8 months ago in Poets
You always say you were the gentle one. Maybe you always meant to be... But I grew up learning how to fill the spaces where your love should've been for me.
By Sara Wilson8 months ago in Poets
The phone vibrated across the frost-covered bench, an AMBER alert flashing in the pre-dawn light. Marcellus froze, hands trembling, as the sound collided with the silence he had fought to preserve all morning.
By Ihsanullah8 months ago in Poets
I. When the preacher man can’t live the life he preach, Cancel my subscription. II. When the law-and-order man can’t follow
By Dean Traylor8 months ago in Poets
On The Road To Nowhere He is on the road to nowhere, With no return ticket home. The headlights stretch into black distance,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Fuck it all Fuck it now Violence Fuck your austerity, austerity Fuck your institutional racism, racism as policy, as policy
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
“I felt the world spin around me, yet no one noticed. My thoughts collided in circles, endless and silent. Somewhere between chaos and calm, I forgot who I was.”
By Zakir Ullah8 months ago in Poets
Hear Nothing Evil Say Nothing Bad Hear nothing evil say nothing bad. Sit between happy knowledge not bad. You chose what you want to see and learn,
On how we learn to hold both the weight and the weather of being alive I used to think wisdom would arrive like a verdict—
By abualyaanart8 months ago in Poets
This is Bob. Bob believes in snacks, soft pillows, and absolutely no cardio. Long walks, absolutely not. Short walk to the treat jar, elite athlete.
The Back Door Use the back door in my head to let yourself out. What with this filling my head with rubbish all about. I don’t need it? I want a simple life please
Well, I know that there’s a reason I know there must be a plan Someone touched me on the shoulder Said you can be a better man
By Calvin London8 months ago in Poets
