Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
i'm waking up alone again, dreamwalking on the roadside. the signs all say i'm going nowhere. they say to turn around before i can't,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The Logos use their music to whisper in my ear But at night I feel the intense power of the seer Burning my soul from the outside, a jinn
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Good morning, world, cruel as ever -.-.-.-click (you're kidding right?) -,-,-,- -,-,-,-click What's the plan for the day?, I say
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I ignore you on principle. . I've ignored the chittering sounds you make On Saturday mornings when I'd rather Be tucked in a warm, safe bed
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hum of the city’s breath, Where dreams are bought with a price of debt, Money spins in a delicate dance, A fleeting partner in the game of chance.
By Kamran Khan2 years ago in Poets
Shakespeare was a secret Eunuch with no balls to speak of as such I read it once in a journal entry by a noble of the fallen gentry
I hold fire in the palm of my hand without a shield, without pause just embers that keep burning, I know the risks, but I still try
By Dede Pengembara2 years ago in Poets
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Introduction This is a poem for Savannah's (Unofficial) September Challenge - "Summoning the Pantheon" which you can read about here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
I found a crow feather on the ground today, black as the ace of spades, a single solitary agent of flight. * I thought of you, that time you told me finding
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
The highest form of stream of consciousness poetry is Pickles Sweet sour dill pickles Pickle spears with burgers and cheese and onions
By Ian Read2 years ago in Poets
You’re my hedonism Your kisses have saved me From my isthmus of sorrow You indulge my whims And I hang on your words Forever tied together
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
