Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
To see the world top side Towns, Cities, All of civilization What a glorious site!!! There is no place on earth closer to God himself
By Moni Staxx2 years ago in Poets
Mean what you say, say what you mean, far out, please, does anyone speak the truth anymore? I mean, what is it that you’re feeling? Ok, no need to tell me, but at least be real for you,
By Jess Boyes2 years ago in Poets
I can't find a word to capture my sorrow, a grief borrowed from the divine.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
Bonfires escaping in the skies of the potent courage, timid lights flashing on the slided floors obscure hyperconnected momeries
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
It was a moment I didn't want to miss. You had just finished showering. But when you came down to the living room, You saw me reading.
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
I've been, I've been I've been thinking way too much I've been, I've been I've been pond'ring so damn much — the status we award hope
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Together it's an ocean, alone it's a drop The bulls didn't learn, so the lion did his job Too many lies can just destroy 'A wolf, A wolf', now actually said that boy
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
The 70’s The rhythm of the world spun in neon light, A time of freedom, and dreams taking flight. Guitars strummed loud, drums beat so strong,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Gorilla Can’t Dance The gorilla in a pink tutu, the dress, it’s bright and new. It can’t dance, not a single move, But the tutu makes it feel improved.
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Delicate, nature's glass, sparkling, like crinkled saran wrap, like a wedding veil, there's still warmth underneath, and movement
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Lyrics by Lady John Scott c. 1876. Melody by unknown “By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond, Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
