Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
he comes together from pieces people, places, and so many things collected from experiences an exponential doorknob with the portal that always revolves
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Save Me Lord, I Am Just a Man Save me Lord, I am just a man I walk this road with shaking hands The nights are long, the days feel cold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
He stalks at twilight Old Roger, the soap dodger with poisonous shite * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I won't ever apologise. It had to be done.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
No more than an ember Sputtering and weak Muse wafted by my ashen bed Light shone upon me Utterances issued forth Crackling, rekindling cold black coals
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The sun it shines with hope, joy, warmth, and rebirth. Its rays do radiate and allow us to bask in love, not love of one another, or the other, and the other,
Fearless, Regardless, Inclusive. Energised, Notorious, Dreaming. Salient, Hovering, Invisible Peer. Miles apart — yet one thought.
By Chamu Gonellaabout a year ago in Poets
The Clocks Go Back The clocks fall backward, and the day shrinks to a sigh, light thins to a gray smear, the hours crawl like old ghosts.
Welcome to the zoo, step right in! Let our happy counting begin! 1 hairy bear, waving its paw, 2 tall giraffes, that we saw!
By The 9x Fawdiabout a year ago in Poets
Pounding feet across the fields, Heartbeat's tension's big reveal, In pursuit of our nightly meal, Match our quarry pace for pace!
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Plunged into darkness, Enveloped in deep shadows, Thump-THump, THUmp-THUMp, THUMP-!
By Thomas Durbinabout a year ago in Poets
Lady Who Was Hung She died in silent hours, her warmth began to fade. No soul was there to witness, except a frightened maid.
Felt My Fist Hit the Wall You pushed me past the edge, you laughed at every tear, you wanted a monster, you wanted proof I was broken,
