Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didn’t I? It is the breaking of the soul.
Only narcissists get upset When called out on their trash I’m out here chasing my dreams And they selling me nightmares I have walked through hell
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
In golden rows they softly bloom, Like whispers dancing through the gloom. Each petal holds the breath of light, A flame that warms the edge of night.
By Doctor kausarabout a year ago in Poets
Why Did You Marry Me I ask for love not riches or praise just a glance that says I matter You come home but never really come home
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You want to vanish? Really disappear? Roll out of bed And look in your mirror *** Over 117 billion Human souls ever born
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
In the silent halls of farewells passed, Where shadows stretch and moments last, There lies a map the heart must try— The solemn geometry of goodbye.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
All the Colours of Green Green is more than grass, more than hedges trimmed neat. It’s peeling paint, a broken light, a back lane full of weeds.
