Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
When I close my eyes, the world dissolves, When I close my eyes, my spirit evolves. Memories drift like clouds in the sky,
By Alpha Manabout a year ago in Poets
The Pen That Writes Itself by Automatic Writing The candle burns low, my hands are still, The room is quiet, the clock unmoved,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In the dark where shadows creep, A light stands tall, its promise deep. Through storm and night, it casts its flame, Guiding the lost who whisper your name.
There is no high like being sober, Caught and trapped in steel teeth Between the beauty of a nectar-drinking moth And the crushing heartbreak of knowing that we
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Do you figure a moth feels shame, when it finds itself lost in the dark? Does it litter its thoughts with blame, till its mind is buried beneath the onslaught?
By Raven Nicoleabout a year ago in Poets
I was born from ashes, silent storms, the kind that shapes a girl in forms of silence, steel, and memory, a lantern stitched from what broke me.
By Marlowe Solaceabout a year ago in Poets
The House That Breathes There is a house that breathes at night, Its windows sigh when the moon climbs high, And the walls remember every word,
Toileting in Nature Blooming here on my new loo, the wind hums soft through the trees, a bird sings like it knows my secret,
It may soon be my time to pass, Mind muses as I rest upon the grass, In the darkness of a cloudy night, Interrupted only by the faintest light,
By Thomas Durbinabout a year ago in Poets
I remember your heart, the way it glowed when you shared it with me. I was drawn to you, the way insects flock to light,
By Dabout a year ago in Poets
--- - --- (that's the sound I long to hear) --- - --- (every once in a while, at least) --- - --- (the sound of little to nothing)
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Spirit Who Asked Us to Lie A mythic film-poem by Vicki, with Echo, and Sweetie sailing toward the Isle of Outstages Café.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
