Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I want to... but stop I need to... but what's the point I think... but who cares anyway I jibber, jabber like some kind of
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Secrets of the Cupid’s Dream He never flew, not once, he walked, through dusk-lit rooms where no one talked, with arrowheads dipped not in gold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Just Water, and a Place to Hide Tadpoles stir in the puddled shade, slipping through weed like a whisper made, black commas wriggling, bold and small,
I feel so often not good at all "I'm okay" the perfect mask perfect lie I feel so often not good enough "I'm okay"
They Came Without Sound They came without sound not a hum, not a flare, just nothing no fire in the sky no message in light
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Twin Showers on the 29th of July 2025 The night of July twenty-nine begins the show no noise, no fuss, just sky on fire two showers cross the dark
If I Told You the Truth About Me By [waseem khan] If I told you the truth about me, you’d stop seeing the mask I wear as my real face.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Dog Who Wanted to Be a Man He stole my husband’s walking shoes Then sat to watch the morning news. He barked when someone spilled their tea
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
I. Seed I was a whisper in the wind’s palm, a husk of what if, clinging to the soil’s hem. The earth said, Dig deeper than your doubt,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
I’m on house arrest, strapped to this planet with no way off. Get me out of this mess. Did I choose to come here? The assignment I’ve been given
By Kahsia Solaireabout a year ago in Poets
