Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
I am fundamentally fictional --- a legend passed down day to day. Hero to none, villain to many, afterthought to most. The name I bear holds no talent
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
In the rhythm of life, where melodies entwine, Good music takes us on a journey, divine. Harmonies weaving, like a tapestry so bright,
By FAITH LOVEYabout a year ago in Poets
When the Price Is Right I sell my body when the price is right not for love not for pity not for anyone’s sweet salvation
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
So Relax, Enjoy the Ride He said So relax, enjoy the ride like I was strapped in like I had no say But I chose this I pick the time
I Did It for the Money Don’t call me names, love You paid to watch you enjoyed it asi did Red light buzzing bare floor, cracked mirror
Trumpets sound to the tune of my own creation A tune for me the god you see ~ Flying high, swollen pride, 30,000 feet,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to Roddewig (A sub-par celebration of a top-tier friend) How do you rhyme Roddewig and make it flow like a jig? Why does a judge wear a wig?
Some truths don’t arrive with thunder. They whisper. At 2 a.m. When you're too tired to pretend anymore. You grow up thinking life is fair—
By nawab sagarabout a year ago in Poets
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
