Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Dearest Moon, You who wear silver wisdom upon your skin, You who pull the tides and cradle the secrets of women I write to you with reverence,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
When Love Died When love died the room fell still, a quiet settled on the walls, and every breath felt heavy then, as if the air was learning grief.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Matron (Voice of Authority) — The one who recalls the act of sealing. The Chorus of Daughters (Many Voices/Stars) — The echo of those who flow in rhythm with the Moon.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked the lanes when night was near, His eyes like glass, his voice unclear. A hat pulled low, his coat too wide,
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness A Mythic Protest OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRODUCTION ADOBE FIREFLY He came with a smile and a borrowed book,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Ophelia my orchard What a beauty to behold I could look at you forever And it would never grow old. 🥀🥀 💗💗 🥀🥀 I saw your bud unfurling
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Child Who Whispered to the Moon The child stood, bare feet on cold earth. Moonlight touched his face, silver and quiet.
Who...says Owl ~It's Me Who - ~Me - Ok. We can do this all night - laughs Owl We both laugh together ~I have a letter for the Moon. Says Me
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
The Eyes I Never Owned They told me I would see, the world reborn through glass, A gift pulled from another, stitched into my flesh.
She saw love as a savior From loneliness and fear She saw love as a home, A home of those who never rest No one told her that it’s a trap
By Iulia Popaabout a year ago in Poets
