Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Woke up to the sirens, red and blue lights flash Cuffs on his wrist, they were taking out the trash Mama on the porch screaming through the glass
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Spit fire, leave the pavement sizzling Drip lava, watch the haters shriveling Temperature rising, no AC surviving I’m the reason summer nights stay wilding
Woke up with a dollar and a dream in my pocket Coffee cold, still smiling, ain’t no way I will stop it Text from my day one, said the rent got paid
Came from nothing, pockets full of lint and ambition Now the same block cheering when they see the vision Single joy hit me like a drum in my chest
Mama said patience is the price for the glory Single joy hit me like the end of a story Still in the trenches, but the light getting nearer
The Haunted Perfume Bottle At a bustling car boot, bright one day, I sent my hubby on his way. “Find me a perfume bottle rare, With vintage charm beyond compare.”
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Brain Storming Haiku Brainstorming great goal Look for dark clouds or crap there What’s inside my head. #Marie381UkWriter/Poet
second verse, still the same curse chasing what I lost, feel the hunger thirst dreams in the rearview, fading in the haze
run it back, run it back, rewind the tape but the moment vanished, left me in the wake had it locked, had it tight, thought it was mine
Pressure built the muscle, now the frame stay sturdy Lookong around , turned the struggle to currency They were chasing likes, I was chasing urgency
Rose from the mud, now the floor too clean Still keep the same circle, cut the fake routine They were laughing then, now the tone too mean
Pressure on the chest, I still breathe through it Stacking every cent, watch the team move it Finally got on top where the rent due hit
