Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
I have seen the face of man, Not the outer flesh but the lurking stain— A mask so proud, it veils the shame, A crown of thorns worn in disdain.
Love is not a whisper lost in the wind— It is the wind, and the whisper within. It is not just fire—it is the sun, Warming the soul till the night is done.
In emerald veils and ruby flame, Above the clouds, the Quetzal came— A sovereign bird in sacred flight, Cloaked in dawn’s transcendent light.
Come on lets dance Let's jump around in circles Now lets twirl And twirl And twirl until we get dizzy Lets move our hips from side to side
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
In the belly of the dusk, when the moonlight limps, A creature stirs with delicate limbs. Silent wings and a needle-thin beak,
O Inland Taipan, crowned in sand, With venom held in slender hand, Thou art no villain of the tale— But Man, ah Man! The true betrayal.
Beneath the sun-scorched scar of sand, Where silence slithers across the land, There moves a breathless, coiled command— The Inland Taipan, death unmanned.
Above the din where cities groan, Beyond the clouds where dreams are blown, There flies a thought the winds have known— A Peregrine of flame and bone.
So much gets left unsaid reserved for the journal in my head, not out loud — pushed down, right down until it burns through my heart
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Ahem I pledge allegiance to the flag A Moment of silence please I’m trying my hardest not to scream of the United States of America
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
