Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A Spell to Live, a Spell to Die Good witch, bad witch, who am I? I stirred the broth at quarter moonwalk a pinch of sage, a touch of rue
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Lionesses Win for England They ran, they fought, they would not fall in shirts of red, they gave their all with grit beneath each measured pass
By Musa Al-Khwarizmi In a world where toys have tales to tell, Lives Labubu — a wild, whimsical spell. With teeth that grin and eyes that gleam,
By Musa Al-Khwarizmiabout a year ago in Poets
The Drill Sergeant I booked it months ago, forgot I had till the text came in and I went mad searched the house for socks and pride
Rule number one is to be yourself! Why risk being somebody new? You want their eyes off of you? You want to disappear? You already have!
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
We speak of light as weightless, pure, A thing of beam and fleeting glance, That paints the world, a swift assurance, A dancer in the vast expanse.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Crush the raw cubed sweetness, in the bottom of a glass. Wet it with a tincture of sorrows, fashioned from the brine of your grief.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I never believed what the blue mountains said of me, that I was luminary. I listened to beige pebbles, that played inside trickling streams,
In my childhood home, not knowing was a risk. Don't know what tone of voice to use? Risk being punished for being rude.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
The Moon Took Mars The moon took Mars, I watched it go no sound, no light, just hush and glow a slip behind that silver face
She offered a glimpse, into her soul as I gazed deep into her pretty eyes
By Nathaniel Terrellabout a year ago in Poets
Silence, the most peaceful killer of the soul Extremely stealthy in its destruction It leaves no traces behind Only shattered hearts and severed bonds
By Zak Miiroabout a year ago in Poets
