Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Hold up—let me adjust my elevation, Because looking down at you is causing neck sprain, inflation! Of your worthless ego, you a stepstool hero,
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
You want a war with the best? Boy, you out of your depth, You take a breath on the track and you gasp for breath! Tryna stand toe-to-toe, but you stuck at my waist,
Every single bar is a counterfeit bill, Take it to the bank and it’s coming up nil. You’re allergic to reality, scared of the light,
You built a whole career on a foundation of dust, Every word out your mouth is a layer of rust. You’re a walking fiction novel, a fabricated myth,
I’m drafting the exit, I’m changing the locks You belong in the trash right down by the docks Your presence is toxic, your aura is gray
I’m cutting the cord, delete your face off the grid You’re a grown-ass adult acting just like a kid Looked for some value, but came up with zero
Step back, let me clear the room for the clown, You walk in the spot, the instant mood goes down. Look at your fit, man, it’s tragic and blurred,
Step up to the mic, looking brave with your smile, Stealing premises from Twitter circa 2012. You got a comedy special? Man, that’s tragic news,
Hello Vocal, You really need to respond to people who need help. So many users are sending messages without receiving any support.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
For too long I’ve faded in and out of the light, A ghost in the shadows, a ghost in the night. I swallowed my words and I swallowed my pride,
You look like a glitch in the Matrix, a 404 page, Talking 'bout your legacy? Man, turn the damn page. You’re a half-baked thought on a crumpled-up paper,
I spent too long standing in the gray, Fading like morning mist at the break of day. I swallowed my voice and I hid in the crowd,
