Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Color and clarity invite my hand. Cool and smooth the reward as it answers the call. The “pop” confirms contents will be far from bland.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
As she grins and moans in rehearsed abandon My pupils dilate as I fixate—entranced As my hand reaches down—soft-on-hard flesh-on-flesh
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The target of these eyes I've been given‐ chosen by my mind, without it even knowing, amiss, in the mess‐ that stems, from the steps,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Drip drop, pitter-patter, sounds echo memories frozen, former, latter— I feel the storm calm on my skin, heaven's precipitation soaks me, denim sticks and takes root, and I win.
i know what he tells my friends, refreshing all the rumors at the mill. i am here for one thing, or three: captivated, infatuated, in a limerence.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
My heart‐ deceitful above all things. Can I trust the very thing in me that pumps life?... If it's willing to lie to me to see it's own will?...
The lights‐ they won't turn off. Every bulb, every lamp, I've flicked every switch, downed every dimmer, pulled every fuse,
I felt the big bang - it was explosively exhilarating; tasting wild river, of rampant, racing competition, hearing symphonies swell, music egging me on, cheering passionately,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
The cacophonous calls of the gathering gulls Herald the sentinels' rise from the deep The frigid spray somehow beckons and pulls
I lie here looking above at the endless possibilities for us. I want a life where my mind and heart sing the same melody, soft and sweet.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
here, we go again with void's company, just, toying with me‐ stalking me walking in my shadow, in every social setting‐
