Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Life and Influence of William Wordsworth Born in Cockermouth, England, in 1770, Wordsworth was deeply influenced by the picturesque landscapes of the Lake District, where he spent much of his life. His early years were marked by personal tragedy—losing his mother at the age of eight and his father at thirteen. These losses shaped his poetic sensibilities, drawing him toward nature as a source of solace and inspiration.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Help Me? Mental Health Can no one hear my cry for help? Where are my friends, my family — when I need you most? My mind is a storm,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Death of the Cobbles Once, the cobbles danced with life, Laughter echoed down each strife, Rita’s quips, and Blanche’s bite,
The ticking hands, they never pause, Etching lines with inconspicuous claws. A childhood giggle, a transitory glance, Lost inside the waltz of chance.
I dream of a land where voices shine like sunlight, where truth rises with the dawn, stretching across every street, every city,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
Do You See Us Now? They called her a liar, spat in her face with gavel and grin, let the wolves circle— and you? You sat there, nodding,
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Silence– I can't stand it... and neither, can I sit in it‐ when my environment is quiet, this space behind my eyes becomes the exact opposite.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
the light let in today, from fire in the distance. changing what i see. the shades of the world around me. the ombre of i's, where my eyes cast brightly. shade won't show without a solid surface to be seen on.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The quiet void isn't so still,It murmurs with stories however fulfilled.Galaxies waltz in winding grace,A moderate grasp through time and space.
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear, though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same,
