Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
They say gold don’t choose, it moves. Drips like fire, hardens like ice, spends its life shifting between both sides. Heat refines it, cold preserves it,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
I feel Like Not One of Them They nodded past me in the room like I’d come late, or dressed too plain They spoke in codes and smiled in groups
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Death sits with grief for a little while. He knows he has a hard job but the job that grief has is one not even he could ever endure.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Candle’s Flame I lit the wick with steady hands in a room too dark, too full of demands. The flame rose small, then dared to sway
The Stone Circle in the Woods No signpost, no trail, I found it alone a ring of stone, grey flecked, overgrown the moss didn’t speak, but I heard it clear
The Parchment and the Quill This is no sonnet, no rhyme stitched to impress just breath held in ink, scratched down without dress
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
A whispered word, a silent vow, A chilling touch upon your brow. The shadow stretches, long and deep, Secrets that the twilight keep.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where secrets hide, A serpent's kiss, a venom's tide. With scales of green, and eyes of gold, A tale of danger, to unfold.
They say there's no such thing as magic but this bottle knows better: black label, liquid amber, sealed with promises I keep pouring down my throat.
By Lover Boyabout a year ago in Poets
The synergy between you and me pools in my gut, white-hot, And there's burning atonement on my breath like a nuclear flash.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
The surface gleams, a deceptive calm, But underneath, a silent alarm. My mind, a sea, both deep and wide, Where anxious currents twist and hide.
