Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
She held the promise of heaven in the curve of her trembling hands, a miracle wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid upon the straw-soft land.
By Hannah Lambert11 months ago in Poets
our love was a sapling, thin-stemmed, fragile, poised in quiet confidence. it was indescribable, the bliss i felt, growing in your taciturn nature.
By D11 months ago in Poets
The sharpening spurs my frenzied mockery of jollity The faster I step, the quicker my pain escapes Billowing like fog hovering over the coast of the sea
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
My roots breathe in the dark, quiet but alive— a pulse beneath the soil of my past. They remember everything: the tears I hid,
By Kashif Wazir11 months ago in Poets
My roots speak in a language only my heart can hear— soft, steady, ancient. They tell me I was shaped by hands that loved me,
My roots carry the weight of every yesterday quiet, unshakable, honest. They are the ones who remind me that even when I bent,
My roots know the truth of me the quiet parts, the bruised parts, the pieces I hide from the world. They remember every goodbye,
My roots are quiet teachers soft voices humming beneath my feet. They tell me I was strong long before I learned the word.
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
By Lizzy Rose11 months ago in Poets
Immortality It calls to me from beyond the breath, a quiet field where memories refuse to fade, and every step I take toward that unseen place
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Some mornings the heart wakes up tired before the body even moves. We sit on the edge of the bed, thinking about everything
By Aarsh Malik11 months ago in Poets
This is a five minute flame, a spoken word riff that insists on freedom as the heartbeat of creation. It is not just performance, its archive, altar, and rebellion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
