Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The stillness of the morning is broken by the soft toddling thunder of tiny feet. Her sea green eyes peer gently down at me,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Why would I stop here if I had gotten this far I don't see a stop sign in my view There no need to make a u-turn Just using everything I learned to continue
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
A Little Request to my followers If my words have touched your heart today, A simple like could light the way. A comment shared, a thought, a smile,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
more family to me than mine ever was, the chosen ones. the broken things i relate to. and to the rest: i really don't gaf.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
There was a time when I trusted everything you said I had believed you hung the moon and stars up in the sky Gladly, would I have followed you to the ends of the earth
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
i love you, very much. and i know i have not been effective at my demonstration; to show you that, amidst my digestion.
I am but candlelight. How long will I burn? How softly is my flame? How bright am I? Does the metal of me melt evenly?
Snow touched the pines Long before the shadow Of night stretched eagerly Over the mountains. . Stone-blue eyes stared Across the land, once his own,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The old spooky Tarot Reader The tarot reader spoke with grace, Soon money’s coming, to your place. Her cards laid out in shadows deep,
did... did... did we build this all for nothing never, don't you ever contemplation the revelation the sense of achievement
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
2025: Changing Times The clock strikes new, the calendar turns, A moment of pause, as the future burns. From the ashes of what has been,
What's the point of life if it's all just fate Just lovely soul stuck in a cycle of hate For what once was known goes through change
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
