performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Madness in Creativity
Madness takes over all sensibilities out creativity * Creativity dissects all of the madness offers clarity * Clarity, crisp sweet
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsFavorite Girl
A dog barks its need to play - A heated plea to please the day. An owner groans its need to sleep - Burrowing deep, beneath the sheets.
Kaleidoscope
Speck- led, escalop/ed, opalesce plea * spli/ced, s.l.i.c.e.d (looped) scope * lace like c o o l e d solace * special dose;
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsEvanescience
(For Heather Hubler's "Unscramble" Challenge which you may read about here: unscramble-challenge.) *a* . The vane of my vanity
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished 3 days ago in PoetsTHANK ME LATER
Can’t be stacking all my sins Tryna throw them In the bins Major minor take a pick…. Thank me later with the wins I’m not perfect but I’m solid
Haychie_ArtistPublished 3 days ago in PoetsUnresolved Feelings
I know I made you happy and feel loved. You thought it was something tangible. The truth is that I was just passing.
Gloria PenelopePublished 3 days ago in PoetsENTP "The Reflective Professional"
With silver tongue and mind alight and keen, The ENTP, a wit of cunning art, Engages all in vibrant, playful scene, Their logic sharp to pierce the deepest part.
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 days ago in PoetsENTP "The Rustless Pathfinder"
With silver tongue and mind alight and keen, The ENTP, a wit of swift discourse, Engages all in vibrant, mental scene, Their playful logic, an enchanting force.
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Verse On The Art Of Dad Jokes
In the realm of humor, a realm oft scorned, Lies the humble dad joke, oft' ridiculed, adorned. Yet beneath its facade, lies a charm so profound, A simple jest, with echoes resound.
Kalu ClintonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsSolitude Song: Odes To Single Women
In realms of solitary grace, they dwell, Single women, stories they tell, With strength in solitude, they stand, Unbound by chains, free hand in hand.
Kalu ClintonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAsphyxiation
Find myself stuck in a quiet phantasy Driven by hypoxia, aphonia and anopia The toxins syphon, as does the apathy Virtuoso pianist hammers La campanella
Paul StewartPublished 4 days ago in PoetsAnswer me
Bread, with each touch, becomes a haven, Lentil soup, with its enveloping aroma, Finds its place in my child's heart as a friend, a companion.