Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about something people call intuition. Not the mystic kind with crystal balls or tarot cards— but the quiet, stubborn whisper inside your chest
By Tahir khan2 years ago in Poets
Don't sacrifice yourself for those who take without gratitude Stop hurting yourself with "kindness" indiscriminately Because not everyone will appreciate what you give
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Locked in a lighthouse Sobbing a diamond and sapphire sea Drawing up buckets to gaze upon my likeness Painstakingly setting it into platinum rings
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
The housemaid She always showed me a strange charm..... When she was finished by breaking The nets and washing The house, she was quite alive.
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Earthquake…in the Land of Dreams No one expected that the solid land would shake in an instant. Earthquakes do not just shake the ground, but they also shake the hearts, changing the lives of many people forever.
He came full pizzicato, legs tapping like violin strings, thinking himself some demon thing— a silk-threaded symphony of malice and fang.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Duplicate gods Every time there is sorrow You came in different disguises You came before Likewise today The world is cruel
You must understand that I love you, First and foremost. From the very aching depths of my broken bones To the wounds slashing me open
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Fire, fury — I rise with the roar, Dire, blurry — I crash through the door. Stone, stolen — your peace is a lie, Thrown, golden — your flags flutter high.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
They must have felt me radiating warmth from the heat of smiles that burned from inner flames and felt the need to crawl
Once the first falls, the tickity-tock has begun There is no stopping the hands pressing you on Children laughing and joyful as they learn to run
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Poets
