Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Grief is a Second Language A poetic exploration of mourning across cultures ~ by Ahmar --- I. In the Tongue of Silence — “Mutismo” (Italian)
By Muhammad Ahmar about a year ago in Poets
Lately life has been heavy to bear There's a dank sense of sadness permeating the air There's a faraway look in my eyes when I stare
By Syncereabout a year ago in Poets
Not every tear is born from sorrow. Some spill over when the soul overflows, when the heart can no longer fit in the chest,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Nelly the Hoarder Nelly lived at number four, papers stacked behind the door, bags of buttons, broken clocks, rusted keys in tangled socks.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Just One Step Closer Come closer, love, no need to race, the night is slow, the shadows trace the curve of lips, the touch of skin,
You’ve always known. There’s a soft pulse, a spark that lights up when something aligns with your soul. That’s joy. And when you choose to live from that place,
Doves of Peace I See You Doves of peace, I see you, but the wicked are blind. They build their towers on broken trust, chasing power, craving dust.
Lazy days of summer 2025 Lazy days, and I don’t mind, feet on the step, leaving clocks behind, ice in the glass, shade on my face,
"Will the rain ever stop? An unseen storm ever-raging Revealed only by a teardrop Accompanied by the weight of constant failing.
By Rey Thorneabout a year ago in Poets
It happened over the bouquet of moments A moment of epiphany Brushing against my ego Crippled, collapsing inward Myself draped in ambitions, illusions, and confusions
By Mingling with the Moon about a year ago in Poets
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
I died a thousand tiny deaths, buried in doubt, shoveled under shame, but now I rise, my only burden, the pressure of becoming,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
