Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Still posted with the same ones who started the wave New faces in the circle, but the circle don’t change Every night another bag, every day another play
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Step in the ring, got the devil on my shoulder, angel whispering but the money gettin' colder, left lane traffic, right lane gold,
Still running through the night with the fire in the soul Turn the pain to a flame, let the story get told Every scar is a badge, every win is a toll
Last shot in the clip, last hope in the tank Last prayer in the dark, last dime in the bank But the fire still burning, still lighting the way
Woke up with the same fight in my chest Same weight on my shoulders, same weight on my breath Tried to flip a pack, tried to flip a script
So, you were born between 1965-1980, How was it though? ************** Fine, great music! Big hair! Blame us for the holes in the ozone!
By C. H. Richard3 months ago in Poets
Came from the ground, mud on my shoes, still got the stain now Pockets was empty, now the money do the rain dance They used to laugh, now they quiet when the chain bounce
I could buy a new crib, I could change my zip But the pain in my chest still come with the drip I could smile for them, I could flex for Instagram
I was starvin’, now the plate got the steakhouse They was frontin’, now they beggin’ for a stakeout I don’t do handouts, only moves that I make count
Left burn on the track, wrist hot like a stove Came up from the cold, now the money in the fold Step light, talk heavy, got the city on hold
I was broke, now the money do the cha-cha They was fake, now they beggin’ for the cha-cha I don’t do slow, only moves that go faster
Street lights flicker, I count the empty chairs Still feel the weight like the ghosts in the air Used to roll deep, now the crew’s in the wind
