Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Hands joined in prayer A mighty storm named Melissa meanders As the wrath of nature descends Breaths held - watching - anticipating
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Flight 666 The engines roared and shook the cabin, everyone held their seats in tense, silent fear. Outside, the night stretched endless and black,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT THE STARE ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT Return from the Underground
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Terrible Neighbours They screamed from morning until night, slamming doors and throwing words like stones. I could hear them through walls,
A beautiful fair maiden, wielding arrows and bow, Shares her one rare story of love and woe. She leads a powerful group, that favours no male,
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Poets
The Longest Mile I will walk The longest mile is just the same as the shortest, though it never feels that way, when the night grows heavy on the shoulders,
When we think of funerals, we think of an event that lasts for one day. We think of the funeral homes, the crying, the caskets, the photos, and the memories shared.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Scales Are Never Kind Scales are never kind, they glare with cruel precision, cold numbers on a plastic face, deciding how I feel.
close - your eyes for a brief moment give me - your hand for a spell, a while do you - feel my heart? beating do you - understand?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I remember my 16th year dawning, fresh, like a newborn baby. I wish that had lasted. • That the little sister, speaking in tongues,
By Guia Noconabout a year ago in Poets
After I die Don't worry about a headstone You won't find me in a grave Buy me a bench by the water Throw my ashes in the bay
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
How Do You Change When You Don’t Know Where to Start I stand on the edge of a moment, wondering which way to turn, the days roll by like a repeating song,
