Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Chatterbox Wife Who Won’t Shut Up Oh, Maggie’s mouth’s a motor car, It vrooms and zooms both near and far. From sunrise’s peep to midnight’s hush,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Listen to the song that inspired the image that, in turn, inspired the poem while you read🩷. Always part of a group She never arrives alone
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
A mysterious eye in our sky A single eye, vast and cold, Hangs above like a tale untold. An alien gaze, silent and wide,
The Forgotten Door In the old house upon the hill, Where time stands silent, cold, and still, A hidden door, long lost to sight,
I met a tiny blossom amidst the melting snow. Through frosted stems and frozen soil his beauty he did show. I asked him why he’d present to me, his lovely, perfect face,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
There once was a King with no nethers Who'd hang his friends out in the weather He'd walk through dung Yet willing tongues
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
I make myself the last of the chicken tenders cause the smell of your pizza reminded me I need to eat too. you tell me
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Dreams can become nightmares, the numbing feeling of drowning in your sleep, then you realize you're awake. My friends all belong in the shadows now,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Wigan’s Glory, St’Helens’ Gloom At St’Helens’ ground, the crowd did roar, A rugby clash—just like before. My brother proud, all bold and keen,
Fireflies light up my heart In the quiet of the evening air, Fireflies flicker here and there. Golden sparks in gentle flight,
He’s been fighting an uphill battle Since the day that he was born In a war that wasn’t his intention It was passed down to him
Your silence was telling, spoke thousands of words and not one was uttered. I chose myself at a time where you were choosing ghosts
