Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
You Wanted a Pretty Poem You wanted a pretty poem, something soft, something with petals and sighs. Sorry not today, my pretty is ugly.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Our private world will be wider according to "Growing age" More experience More lessons More people we know We will start to discover and learn that
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I turn the page with trembling hands, The past behind, like shifting sands. Not all was lost, not all was right, But here I stand, beneath new light.
By Ellie2 years ago in Poets
There are entire conversations I’ve had with you in my head—lines I rehearsed, confessions I composed under the moonlight, truths that lived on the tip of my tongue but never found their voice. The things I never said out loud haunt me more than the things I did.
By skkhan2 years ago in Poets
You weren't the white rabbit that everyone thought you were just the king of hearts, in your own mind. I was hard at work
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Cat lovers dream of a peaceful and gentle world. Cat lovers are not afraid of darkness and silence. Cat lovers value independence and freedom.
Help I fell. My Chair tipped One moment sat on my reclining chair Next, it tipped, I fell forward. I couldn’t get up. Oh god help me.
out of the blue saunter in from the obscurity of the depths we navigated in forever i know him only by his shadows and silhouettes
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Here are seven types of friends to be cautious about: A person who relentlessly tries to take what you possess. An individual who is constantly in competition with you.
You tell me to "sit still" but I'm lost now off the ground running swimming in a river of sound exploding with sensation
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
I burned the pages of the past, Every whisper, every scream, every "you’ll never last." The smoke rose like broken prayers in the night,
