Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
In watering the forest of my Being, I grew to recognize the sound of the Wild. There was no delicate piano, No leather-bound drums,
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
The frost came after dark, stealing our world, replacing it with a promise of winter windowpanes resplendent in white lilac
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
His rough hands, Caught the fuzz in my sweater. His chapped lips, Broke jokes, “don’t you love the weather.” But it could have been 70,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Life flows like a river, gentle and wild, deep and shallow, carrying whispers of laughter, echoes of tears. Moments drift like leaves,
By Numan2 years ago in Poets
The woods stand still, cloaked in a blanket of white, silent, like a whispered secret, softly falling, drifting down from the sky’s wide open hands.
What I put here on this sheet of paper, is my written prescription through which I vent, cope, and let go. a "survival tactic" if you will.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
If you knew that a tree could feel pain, would you still cut it down? If you truly knew how heavy an empty palace was, would you still seek the weight of a crown?
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Love, where do you hide? Behind a smile or maybe a lone tear, In the sparkle of the eye or under the darkness of sheets, Do you flit around the gardens, or are you embedded in a gem,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
At night, the window calls to me, A void of stars, a silent plea. It whispers tales of roads unknown, Of paths where hearts can walk alone.
By Rob🦜2 years ago in Poets
I spoke no word when truth was mine, Let silence bind me, thread by line. Her eyes, so soft, believed the lie, And in that moment, I let love die.
worry is a student; failing to marry his ink – kissing the inkless pen. worry is a graduate, running with letters; but the few offices rejected his tiny handwriting.
By Goto Emmanuel2 years ago in Poets
Gentle hands of warmth, Whispers in the soft moonlight, Heart that never sleeps. Morning’s sweet embrace, Nurturing like spring rain falls,
