Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
UK’s moving really mad Looking back It’s kinda sad All these douchebags they’re In power Is that why the country’s bad I’m just me I’m just a lad
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
my homing pigeon must have fallen for you too it never returned
By D2 years ago in Poets
Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Angry stares and violent whispers. Blood dripping down my fingertips. The voices in the walls are back again. Footsteps running down the hallway.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
pointed at the sky, his fluted crown opens up to the sea of means
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
eaten by a bear? I don’t care; autumnal park leaves paint fallen sky
myths soaked from the sky, embedded in marble stone; old stories postponed
snowy rooftops speak triangles of scary tales , children scat in fear
bridal veil drifts out, spread around vagus nerve, stirred; ecosystem moved
sky jumping on roofs, forming white-cloud speech bubbles ; phone engaged in air
shells float in the clouds, white expressionist design; musical ribs strung
I have to ask you‐ Who's side are you on? What, or who are your eyes on? Because your hurt... isn't just hurting me, but my surroundings
By JM2 years ago in Poets
