Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The words stick to my ribs. They glue my diaphragm to exhaled lungs. Breath won't come. . They fill my stomach with acid.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Am I the asshole... In all probability yes You didn't let me finish I don't need to, do I? It'd be nice if I could... Make your case?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Rain and our love story In twilight's tenderness, we find our place. Where raindrops kiss the earth with gentle grace. The sky, a canvas painted shades of gray,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
as death awaits us, life continues, regardless, until we perish * until we perish life continues, regardless, all is awaiting
Time once again to give in to me, to the darkness, feed me Why must you do this? Will I never be rid of you, this hunger? There is no escaping me, in the deepest places you know this
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Do you think I'm going to make it? Will you? Maybe. Give me a definitive answer. Will you? I think so. It's not good enough.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
There is no remedy for love but to love more The taste of love renders the conscience of thee, Impounding on the senses, catastrophizing the stellar of pragmatism in its magnanimity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Polly, I have this choregraphed thing Molly, I know how to sing A song Happy go lucky nothing wrong Words working as a message tool
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Poets
Dark eyes looked on from afar at the gaunt face Gazing down at the starlit headstone of the tomb. He was unhealthy, unwell, ailing in the sense of the soul.
Arbitrarily I am a human being, a girl. Basically, I decide who or what I am in this world. Consequences and coincidences sometimes arise.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Poets
I just want to leave this place , I’m tired of people dying and tears burning my cheeks as they run down my face. I’m tired of begging for support ,
By PoeticallyPurple242 years ago in Poets
are our hearts and minds opposing forces, intuned; misled by passion? * guided by passion intuned, opposing forces; our hearts and minds are
