Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I hear your voice when the night grows still, a quiet echo threading through my chest, and every memory bends to your will.
By Kashif Wazir11 months ago in Poets
The Sky Path I walk this path above the clouds, where silence moves like hidden breath. The stones hang loose, the air so thin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I stand again where your footsteps used to fall, a quiet doorway holding the ghost of your name, and every breath reminds me of it all.
I walk the road where your voice used to stay, a soft echo rising from the quiet ground, and every thought pulls me back your way.
Full Moon Fever “Lorik Sancti Sy, The Holy Flame of Freedom” Artguru Full moon fever got me going, got me singing, got me glowing.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
In the winter's grip, where the wild winds blow. Lies the frozen lake, cloaked in ice and snow. In this icy terrain where adventure awaits, Ice huts stand firm, like valiant, sturdy gates.
By Solomon Walker11 months ago in Poets
Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow swirling through the air! Snow on trees! Snow on streets! Snow on rooftops high! Snow in heaps! Snow in drifts! Snow piled to the sky!
The Poem That Screamed at Midnight At midnight I wrote, and the poem lifted from the page, screaming silently in my room.
Roots Ground Me “Branches Are Veins, Roots Are Flame” Gemini by Vicki Lawana Trusselli Roots in Choctaw soil, steady as care, deep as memory.
"Once upon a time…” A phrase pregnant with promise, a whispered portal to wonder, to dragons and damsels, to truths simple and stark—or at least, conveniently so.
By Ashlee Laurel11 months ago in Poets
The Door That Shouldn’t Open There’s a door in my house that no one remembers building, a thin wooden frame that hums late at night.
Quick, my suitors have departed— Find me the doctor— Call my mother n’ father— My entrails lay before me soft as dough, Kneading them fills me with douleur;
By Thomas Bryant11 months ago in Poets
