Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Jabberwocky in the woods A strange shadow you can see Big and hairy, the creature stood But, unlike humans, he will not kill
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
To those who comment and like thank you. Yesterday, 13 of you stood with me. Out of 417 subscribers. Maybe the rest were busy.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The numbers climb the shelves grow bare we trade in air for thinner air. The wallet bulges with less weight as time devours every plate.
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
I chiseled away at my marble, chipping off the faults they proclaimed, carving the weird, the unworthy, leaving veins of 'truth'
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I. The City Sleeps with One Eye Open The city hunches like a drunk in the alley, coughing neon into puddles, its breath thick with secrets and gin.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Poets
Category: Literal life Vulnerable I felt at first to even raise the question of Why, Obscured I was to connect the dots to learn, When,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
Death By Sharing Too Much identity She wrote like silence breaking glass sharp and spare, nothing dressed words that cut and didn’t bleed
I am a small fly on the wall who can not see Because everyone around wants to squash me We're partners in this no matter what it is
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
You scare me The way when fear consumes the body and one can barely breathe You terrify me The way when fear causes you to act like a deer and freeze in place
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
My love for you whispers, soft and sweet, A melody where our souls both meet. I hook to your time and embrace fate, Two hearts dance in love and meet,
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
I woke one frost fogged morning to a staircase coiling sideways through a lemon drop sky, the handrail made of back-crossed whispers,
I'd like to invite you for tea, You're bound to have good company. I will be there And the lively March hare In a wonderland wacky and twee.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
