Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
They throw stones from the cracks, I throw 'em right back Every insult a brick, now the wall got my back I been called every name, I been dragged through the mud
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Woke up with the weight of the world on my chest Tried to smile but the mirror confessed I been running from the silence, it holler the loudest
Look, I been fighting with the man in the mirror He don’t flinch when the trigger get nearer I was 10 with a dream, now the dream feel fake
Last stretch of the tunnel, I see what they fear I see every hater that swore I'd disappear They all in the walls now, they all in the cracks
Home Is Where My Internet Is They say home is where your heart can be, Where love surrounds you and you feel free, But I have a confession, and here is my clue… My Wi-Fi connection matters too! 😂
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Collected Red Flags I once loved a liar, oh what a surprise, He practised his stories with innocent eyes, Every excuse was perfectly planned, While truth disappeared like footprints in sand.
Dear Rain, Please Hurry Up The garden is thirsty, the flowers look tired, The grass has gone pale and the sunshine’s inspired, The sky wears a smile but we’re begging for grey, “Dear rain clouds, please visit us sometime today.”
How does one defy such wonder Giving in to the urges to lay waste Have we not learned after millennia of plunder And rushing all through life with such blind haste
By Jason Morton3 months ago in Poets
it’s appearances of being still like water in the bottom of a pool M O V I N G without movement creating silent sparks at will
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Mama say focus, streets say flex, one center quiet, the other get respect, I’m dancing on the line where the two intersect,
Mirror on the wall, who is the realest of 'em all? two centers staring back, both of them tall, one wearing suits, the other wearing scars,
Came from the bottom, still scraping the dirt Dreams in my pocket but my wallet got hurt Woke up this morning, same shirt on my back
