Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Sin..... It has separated a once proficient nation from all its splendor And thrown them below, and all they can do is groan.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
How were we able to see the shore through the swirling clouds of the storm, reach home through the crashing waves pulling us down under,
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
My feet chose to defeat roads without cheat codes, in a cheap robe where the peach grows in a bleached grove. When I reach lows I will teach droves of impeached crows
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
My worst-case scenario handbook was missing the final chapters. I tried to survive but my demise was terrorized by your tired laughter.
I’ve tried going numb Always feeling like I’m under someone’s thumb When I do what they want I’m their hero When I’m anything else I’m scum
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I know you have a past Understand you have a future I know you have trauma Understand you have healing I know you go quiet a lot
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
As I waited for you I made my way Through the dark pits I saw my day Save me from this chasm of deep and dark emotion Lift me to my feet and restore me with your potion
Sunlight is my saving grace. Iridescent rainbow spheres on eyelashes. Charged photons reinvigorate nerves near end-stage decay.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
What the hell? What is this mental crap? You got freaky during my nap! His parts fail without a pill! You're desperate? That ill?
By Adam Wallace2 years ago in Poets
In a meadow wide and green, Lived a bull with a gentle sheen. Ferdinand, so calm and bright, Found his joy in flowers' light.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
The stage is set, and the curtains are heavy Anxiety whispers, but my courage is louder The drums are beating with my heart
By KuroHoshi2 years ago in Poets
In days of old, the earth was bright, Green fields and skies of azure light, Rivers pure and forests grand, Nature’s beauty on every hand.
By Alexa Peri2 years ago in Poets
