Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Humankind having ample exemplars to sample Hath deemed the fruits of your mind void of substance subsurface to rind. Your comments were unkind
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
Often when I dream, I forget to live. Nothing makes sense. And yet, Somehow it does. Why do I feel more in control? When I’m out of control.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
The light of the world grows dim, as the Nimbostratus unleashes its dihydrogen monoxide (water falling from the sky) cleansing all the land and all it holds
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
If you can keep your calm when all around you Are losing theirs and placing blame on you, If you can trust yourself when others doubt you
If only one night, we could change up our stations I’d fly far away, way up, beyond the trees Discover first hand, the unseen, treasured places
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
She was ten years old. No... Not even ten years old. She was younger. A child. A young, innocent little child already forced to fight a trauma no young girl should ever have to fight.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets
Finding the light at the end of the tunnel was what I hoped for you, to see the through the darkness and no longer be afraid of the shadows behind you.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Voodoo Doll Defiance Poem In the shadows of oppression, where freedom's light fades. A voodoo doll of control, manipulates our shades.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
We were always breaking dawn back in the old days Back when the stars were out and scattered among us Where the liquor was sweet and the meals were fulfilling
By KuroHoshi2 years ago in Poets
Neon light and coins popping out of wallets I wanna buy fangs and let the blood run through my tongue Death is my roommate, he knows me too well when I go out in the night
