Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
THE SECRETS OF THE SPIRIT BOARD In a dim-lit room where shadows play, A wooden board waits, secrets to say. Letters and numbers, with a planchette near,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
hide and speak. you find me, forgetting i'm not lost and i don’t need saving. i am authentic at any cost except myself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
There's a chill up in your spine, baby, can you feel it? Your laughter and beauty are a melody, sweet like a secret. We pull each other in close, like we're the last two alive,
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
As I sit, looking at the sun rise over a wet and dreary Paisley, I think about death, about loss— about Dad, and those who faced
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Before the silence claims me whole, Before the dusk erases light, Let me unfurl what's in my soul— The things I dream in quiet night.
By Muhammad waqasabout a year ago in Poets
To change to a new set of clothes, skin, wings or just metamorphosis. To be able to mold, to fold, or to make thoughts flexible.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to Joy Joy, like sunlight breaking through a storm, Spills across the heart in waves of warmth. It dances in the laughter of a child,
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Your subjects walk a wire / jesters in a mad queen's court / a new round fired / hot on the heels of / its precursor's report.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Not One of Them Was Me They stood like they belonged. Same smile, same silence, like they’d practised it in mirrors until it stuck.
Handprints upon paper to ensure my life does not end with me and I know this may burn in the candle’s flame because I can’t
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
I Took the Beatings to Save My Baby I didn’t want to cry it was just the way my head hit the wall, after his punch. Our baby son sat in his cot, silently watching,
The Face in the Cloth of Jesus Christ This could be Him my Lord my God the one who bore it all, such pain he endured. yet he never cursed them once.
