Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Late Night Ride to Hell The road was slick with diesel spit, The moon a busted headlamp’s glint. No stars, no signs—just static hiss
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
We may not find that which we so desperately need It's something often not sought by the young Of its existence, one will only read
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Poets
You came and went... The moon came and peeked through the window The sun was setting, and the heart was filled with happiness again
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
She is not stupid... but she was taught to be compassionate. She is not stupid... but she knows that forgiveness elevates the mind.
I used to regret that I "lost" people from my life But now I don't think like that anymore Some people are not suitable to be in our lives
Reasons Why You Should Subscribe to My Poetry Because I write what silence never dares to say, the words you choke on at the end of the day.
One day we come to a point of confusion And don't know what to choose Let's choose what's right instead of what we like Because at least there is an answer in itself
When the moment arrives, we must take separate paths To pursue a new journey that surpasses the previous one. Do not view separation as a sorrowful event,
Terrifying Troubling Twisting Tumbling Thunder
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
My ribcage became a prison When I learned your heart has teeth Transfixed and in position To be transposed into peace Your love, is a religion
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I could hold a moment still, A smile, a glance, a sudden thrill— I'd bottle time and seal it tight, And live it twice each lonely night.
By Izaz khan 122 years ago in Poets
Green Eyes of the Hawk In the depths of your green eyes is a fierce spark Like a hawk soaring swiftly through the night With a gaze that can pierce the stillness around
