Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Shadows, darkness form, as dusk cradles the dawn <> Red flags — the buzzword of our age. Only slight glimmers of light ever seen,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
My roots began in a far-away sun drenched Continent - across lands where I was first planted - then I became unceremoniously ripped, dragged from the bowels of my beloved African heritage - whipped - replanted, bloodied - murdered.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Your hands smell of blood, The blood that you stole from us, Death is the only answer!
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
I'm a vampire in love, I crave the taste of your sweet, salty blood, Your veins run like sour cherry vessels, It's the red wine saviour,
Ghost in My Cup Steam rises like a story a ghost born from heat and hope arms wide, eyes bright haunting the morning calm.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Carnival After Midnight The carnival after midnight waits for no one. The tents glow with strange electric dreams. Laughter hides behind the curtain’s edge,
The Window Nobody Opens There’s a window at the top of the house. It stares out over fields that forget your name. Dust has made lace of the curtains,
The Garden at the Edge of Sleep There is a garden at the edge of sleep. It grows only when I close my eyes. Flowers hum songs I once knew.
You’re the reason why we are like this. 🖤 Yes we will love, but we will never give back as much as you want us to. _ You want our womb, so that we can raise your child.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
The Quiet After Death When death came, it did not knock. It simply opened the door and waited. There was no cry, no thunder,
The Hollow Night The leaves are knives beneath the moon, They whisper names the dead once knew, The air is thick with ancient sighs,
The Girl with the Umbrella of Stars She walked through the square at peace, an umbrella made of stars above her head. People turned but said nothing,
