Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
a gasp like first of morning breath as sun breaking through early spring skies almost blinding, almost too much almost
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
For the first time, I am dreaming. Swallowed whole by the nebulas Staining like spilled ink in the whites Of eyes that are too wide, too open
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Peace Somewhere Over the Rainbow Somewhere beyond the world we know, where love is the only seed we sow, hands reach out without a name,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Emotions bleed and wash away The words I never dared to say When walls kept tween, defining us Like stains on abandoned canvases
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I sat the test again. Same desk. Same pen. Same weight in my chest, same voice in my head saying, “Not this same test.” “How pathetic to be doing this AGAIN?! TCH.”
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
"Echoes That Fade" As time passed silently, the nights became too still and the days got longer. We used to have hopes, love, and laughing, but now there is a lingering stillness that is ripped apart.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Poets
She only wears it once a year. That red dress-his favorite. The ones she twirls in, laughing, as he pretends to hate dancing.
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
You now no longer wish to be my friend It seems that we will now be forced to part I wonder why you desire this to end? What great force has taken hold of your heart
By ChampionElCid2 years ago in Poets
When does politeness become a problem? Not politeness in the sense of kindness But politeness in the sense of unkindness Sitting back and saying nothing at all
A thousand dreams are in my heart, looking for a place to fly, all sorrows are wrapped up together, I am smiling, without the slightest push to get up,
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
I am no longer the person who takes the first call. I am not the person who sends the first message. I am not the person who intervenes first to arrange anything.
Vocal Media Rises Above the Attack In the digital world, where words take flight, Vocal.media stands tall, a beacon of light.
