Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A ____ bulging plastic zipper bag The looming ……………….. amalgamation of heavy clouds about to b u r s t above me like a stormy
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
Christmas In Heaven Christmas still happens when love has gone, that laughter does not stop when bodies die. I set a chair where absence usually sits,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Where the Light Learns My Name Love arrives without knocking at my ribs, it settles like breath I forgot I held. Nothing dramatic, no sudden demand,
Rotation or names poetry and stories I submit my work the way you asked me to, clean image, careful words, patience in place.
Too Many Tears Too many tears have fallen from this heart, each one carrying a story I never told, and I wipe them away with quiet hands,
drowning my sorrows in the golden mead of sages slipping into the flickering backlit stream of endless ages past and present
The Space Between Heartbeats There is a place where love does not speak, it lives between one heartbeat and the next. Not loud or desperate for attention,
The Way I Begin to Burn I don’t react. I register. The moment you enter my space, something beneath my calm leans forward—
By M.max11 months ago in Poets
Take a Breath I set the candle down inside my chest, where worry used to pace in heavy shoes. The flame stands still, not begging for the dark,
Psychic Attack The air tightens around me without warning, as if an unseen hand presses against my thoughts, and I feel the sharp edge of a force unspoken,
We all need the beady eyes of an irate ostrich staring down our souls. The lone and ancient dhow echoes the past and dissects the future from his lofty position.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
vibrant and saturated the colors of a true heart never fade gradients arrange and repeat the values lay broken a square of earth down ten feet
By ⸘jason alan‽11 months ago in Poets
