Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
PUBLIC NOTICE: Regarding the Ordinary Use of Force Issued during an arctic wave in which water lines stiffen, and kitchens become furnaces.
By Fatal Serendipity9 months ago in Poets
The Weight He Wore Inside He laughed at the bar, played the part well, a joker with eyes that never smiled. His friends called him lucky,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror The locksmiths inside my mirror waiting with his keys his eyes are hollow his mouth does not move
Do not scream. Do not listen to the voices outside your head head head head. Do not scream. Do not preach silence in the land of the dead. Do not
By Corvus9 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
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By Maya Or Tzur9 months ago in Poets
--- God is. God was. God always will be. God speaks. God creates. God is not silent. The Father is not an idea. The Son is not a metaphor.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Poets
Hear ye, hear ye Harken to me as I say There's been issued a stay There will be no execution today What seemed so obvious a case
By Matthew J. Fromm9 months ago in Poets
You Played Word Games With My Head You said maybe, but your eyes spelled no I traced the letters, slow to know You spoke in riddles, loops, and lies
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When you look into my eyes, do you see your reflection? When you stare at a mirror, is it man-made perception? Have you felt sorrow not for yourself?
By Latisha Jean9 months ago in Poets
To Kill The Priest She baked the cakes, each layer thick, A recipe twisted, with a cruel trick. The priest would come, he’d never know,
