Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
They threw me to the wolves— my skin and bones a perfect feast for crows. But garnet pulsed in my chest, a steady flame tucked deep in marrow,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
No more for me, I say. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Please — no more. I don’t care what you say. I’m through anyway.
By Clifford Kincaidabout a year ago in Poets
As he walks through the shadow of death, He will fear no one— Except the Samurai man of the rising sun. He is our soldier—
Don’t run from fear. It’s an old companion — a shadow that walks beside you through your darkest, quietest moments. Fear isn’t your enemy,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
They told you sugar kills, that cigarettes invite cancer, that wine is a slow poison, and pleasure comes at a cost. The worst part is that you believed it.
The Witches Killed Him The witches killed him, not the flies that descended from the bluest skies They watched with hollow, empty eyes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
WHEN THE SKY TURNS AGAINST US The sky is broken and no one listens storms claw at the oceans, tearing them thin rivers rise without warning, drowning towns
Nowhere Land It’s a nowhere land, out past the noise, where the lost hang out without a choice, no signposts, no finish lines,
It starts slowly. You’re still in the room. You’re still laughing at the right times. Still pouring the coffee, still texting back with emojis.
By Mian Nazir Shahabout a year ago in Poets
Being closer to sixty than I am to twenty I think that if I had a soulmate, we would have crossed paths by now Whether she exists or not,
By Nathaniel Terrellabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson Skies, flooding rivers with violent tears, swallowing innocent hands, still clutching sidewalk chalk, with gluttonous hunger,
A Visitor Without a Name They say a stranger crossed the dark, a frozen trace of distant spark, no flag, no claim, no guiding hand,
