Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A prison in my mind I sheild away my feelings As I'm screaming for air I want you near me but you're not there In love with me ,but won't share what I've done to you
By Erica Williams9 months ago in Poets
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jean9 months ago in Poets
The Voodoo Doll Of Love I never meant to stitch your name into mine, or thread my breath through the shape of your sigh. This heart learned the pattern before I agreed,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Caught In A Riptide Caught in a riptide, I can’t swim away, your touch pulls harder than reason allows. Every step closer feels reckless and right,
I fell for you once, had the hardest time getting back up. Hit the ground with a thud, knocked out my taste buds. Lost my craving for love, it became flavorless, tasteless.
By Stacey Garrett9 months ago in Poets
With Anxious Hearts Sad tears and twisted heart Turn on the news and fall apart Families broken and so much death This is not what I expect
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue9 months ago in Poets
POEM: "Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty chear'd the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd:
By Muhammad Haris khan 9 months ago in Poets
Hurt by Your Thorns I held the red rose in my hand its beauty caught me I could not stand the petals soft like whispered lies
The Locksmith’s Dog You heard the clang of chains in the dark You read the tale of the locksmith, the man who welded nightmares into steel. You shuddered at the locksmith’s wife,
Peace Floating In The Air Peace floats in the air like a breath not yet spoken, A feather unburdened by hurry or weight. It drifts through the quiet with effortless grace,
I Came A Long Way To Watch A Snowman Dance I came a long way through quiet streets and time, With cold in my pockets and hope in my hands.
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace, Prayers that violence would finally cease. Prayers for realization, hearts made aware,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Poets
