Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
You're a liar you smiled sweetly to my face and poured another drink handed it to me you fickle folly friend you said I was the problem
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
This is how I fight... Words flowing with might... This is how I take a stand... With a pen in my hand... This is how I resist...
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Poets
the dialogue is impatient. i can feel his agitation and i hear between his empty verbiage everything he won't say. ninety percent,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I spend many a night of the month of May, July, or September, gazing at the sky My eyes can't seem to comprehend the way the diamonds dance, shimmy and even fly
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
🍪🍪🍪🍪 My New York Cheesecake Cookie is so delectable that it has me tossing out my diet to play hooky... 🍪🍪🍪🍪 At this point in the game, it has me feeling like a diet rookie...
By Tiffany Gordon2 years ago in Poets
Men who have traveled and experienced the world "Will always have women by their side." Women who have traveled and experienced the world
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
In the Special Ed Room, the dreams are kept in cages, He wore his best hospital gown for the meeting but spoke in a rat's voice.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Poets
Only Tin Soldiers They were only tin soldiers in a make-believe war, lined up in ranks on the floor of his childhood, where battles were quiet,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Lives, some have more than a few Others shall only experience one Even the best won't always know what to do Sometimes it's the lost who've really won
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Poets
Creaking in the joists and joints Groaning in the boards and peeling up pain Knocking in the furnace Weeping in the night you ignore until it goes away
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
I shed my skin and with it The silly little dreams That occupy the hollows Of my sinking cheeks, The place where I once
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
