Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, yours were shattered bits of stained glass - their sparkle draws prey nearer, and they get lost, hopeless
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Look At me. I have so Many dreams to Share. But I do not Have anything to give To those who have taken my Lofty desires and snapped them.
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 years ago in Poets
Love I want a love. I want to love, I want to BE love… I want a love where I don’t have to hold back, I want a love where I can fall in.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Introduction I am trying not to write any more of these but I had to use this title, didn't I? The music is "Falling" by Julee Cruise from "Twin Peaks"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Do you believe in magic. Do I believe in magic. Am I asking. Am I telling. The magic is something Something which does exist
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
Grounding my body to feel down to earth, planting my soles deep inside of the turf. According to me I’ve been stressed since birth,
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
I The dread and regrets of the past, weighing you down, akin to a black anvil on your chest, in the dead of night. The anxiety of the future, the apprehension, the yes cynical
By YonathanJ - Writer2 years ago in Poets
A right royal proclamation was sent out to all the lands to all the valiant Knights and Knight-ess-es residing within the realm of the royal kingdom
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Sylvan Symphony In the heart of an ancient forest, where the light softly surrenders, A delicate weave of green whispers begin their tender footsteps,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Most open heartbreak for all to see Love can mend your life, but it's hope That can keep us together When it's at its rawest
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
nude afternoon kisses, lazing around hugs when the night and cold draws in dinner dates and wine-led chat lusty wrestling at dawn
Autumn's Melancholy Autumn's fingers trace the world in hues of brown, A whispered promise of a year gone down. Crisp leaves descend, a fragile, golden rain,
