Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
It smells like sandalwood and fresh plastic, Distantly cooked dinner and day-old wine. The pants are soft and cotton, poor in design
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Look into the eyes of the girl that was, can you see through her deep and empty gaze? She searches for herself in the eyes of others, she longs to hear their praise.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
Look at me, What do you see? Apathy‐ I'm sorry, but I'm not I wish I could be sorry But, I kind of like being numb I wish I could care
By JM2 years ago in Poets
I am no longer defined by my traumas I am defined as the daughter of God He loved me when I was in my mothers womb And said she is my perfect creation
By Karen Val2 years ago in Poets
It was when you opened your mouth, That's when the gloves came off The leash to your tongue, with no shame was taken off,
the villain in someone's story, but okay with it - proud even. once what was right, doubt was no benefit. did diligently give more than appropriate
can you hear me now? do you understand what power is? does it matter? what is the correct answer? who and why are you asking?
Some of my dreams Should never see the light of day But this one’s burned in It just won’t go away ——— To vent means to air it out
By Sarah Wilcox2 years ago in Poets
