Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Poet’s Cup Is Never Empty Stacked like chapters, bold and bright a mug of books, a brew of light each sip a verse, each line a flame
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath Her house was a cave, a wild cat den, fifty cats prowled like shadows within. The air thick with stink, cat wee burned the walls,
We Broke In for a Laugh In the haunted house, we broke in just to laugh, but laughter’s a liar when tears crawl from your gut
It’s funny how the script has flipped Younger me would say I’m whipped And maybe I am Or just exhausted But now I see it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Lightning Strikes the Locksmith’s Grave They buried the locksmith with a chain through his mouth and a spike through each wrist.
Don’t believe these heartless thieves And the lies they sell There’s no money in art If that’s true Why do all they seek to control all we do
Things I Can’t Say Out Loud I look at you, sitting there, watching the time. It’s like you want to get out. Is she waiting?
She believed she was the shadow— cast by something greater, trailing behind brilliance as if light was never meant for her.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
The candle’s flame flickers and dickers. I sit, arms enwrapping my torso as it shivers, the cooling air permeating my night clothes and knickers
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
A temporal paradox is unfolding in a nightmarish city square. Clocks are melting and swirling around figures frozen in time. The sky is a canvas of twirling galaxies and nebulae, with fragments of historical events flashing before my eyes.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
6/15/25 Sundown Saloon, Boulder CO Hey Big Guy, There isn't much to say. I feel at peace today. Went for a hike. Remember when you brought me into the woods?
By Joe Nastaabout a year ago in Poets
Eternally nocturnal Diving through wormhole after wormhole Fragile fraternal bonds Of an era long gone I’d rather stay low