Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I started typing it three times. Once in the grocery store aisle between the bread and the coffee, once on the bus home while the windows fogged with strangers’ breath,
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Poets
M e a n t T o B e B r o k e n He was as gentle as he could be but I was just as fragile as I had been. You see, I was always meant to be broken from the very start.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
The Snow Man, The Scarecrow, and The Worm The snow man stood by the garden gate his eyes were stones and his smile was flat
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
We Wished on a Shooting Star We wished on a shooting star you held my hand the night air was warm and the world felt small around us
The world is ending but it’s like whatever. People are like losing their rights, But you know it’s like whatever! Like death keeps rising,
By Caitlyn Wenzelabout a year ago in Poets
I was almost gone when you whispered my name, a soft breath in the dark that barely stirred the air. A place untouched by time,
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Poets
The Key That Fit My Door The key that fit my door was never meant to open me only to warn to remind to frighten He turned it
On this rooftop, where stars scrape the sky, I stand, a silhouette against the night’s sigh. Fear clings like damp mist to my skin,
By General gyanabout a year ago in Poets
Get lost. Disappear. Be left behind. Be anywhere but here. Fall between the couch cushions. Fall into unconsciousness.
Unfair love... At first, he had a problem with my little ways, Now even my poetry has started to displease. He used to ask, “Why are you always so silent?”
By _a_whisper_of_sorrowabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Came Too Soon Morning came too soon a stolen night of love soft words caught in the dark touches that burned and healed
Morning Has Began Morning has began a new day opens wide light spills across the fields birds rise in song the air tastes fresh and sweet
