Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
What is a poem Haiku What is a poem It’s a gift from the beyond imagination
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
What Is A Poem To Be paper, words not born yet— a quiet hum in the mind’s set stage. Poetry stirs, a thought, a spark,
Ya amar, bury me across your ribs— where wind writes, my love in the dust of your silence. Your absence is a sama without stars.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 years ago in Poets
How I remember the first time ever I heard that jewel-like voice * heartbreak, given life through your soft, gentle timbre
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A poet begins struck by a muse holding the ink tightly, not loose ---- the lovers enjoy, some offer critique the poet continues to bleed mystique.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ Whispers of the River The echoes of old days still whisper In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Poets
You are not the heroes this world craves but the warriors she needs You paved paths of gold over uncharted waste lands you built new doors
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The deadly bite She handed the nuisance dog a poison apple, red and gleaming, a quiet smile on her lips, a plan blooming like a dark flower.
Angels collect us when we die everyone’s name is written on a leaf in heaven. When that leaf falls to the ground, an angel comes and carries the soul away.
The poem consists of five cantos (stanzas), each with 14 lines, following the terza rima rhyme scheme (ABA BCB CDC DED EE), which was inspired by Dante's Divine Comedy. Shelley’s use of this interlocking structure creates a dynamic and fluid movement that mimics the wind’s own power.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
The winding, the binding, the blinding, the sounding of all Hell's pain all Hell's pain All hell's pain as the life of strife is held down by a knife to the throat
Canto I: Portugal and Spain The first canto introduces Childe Harold as a nobleman disillusioned by his hedonistic life. Tired of pleasure, he departs on a journey, seeking distraction in foreign lands. He first arrives in Portugal, where Byron describes its natural beauty, its historical grandeur, and its recent suffering under Napoleon’s invasion.
