Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
literary voyeurism deciphering symbolism I want to be the fly on your wall the one you don't notice anymore the one you feed all your
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
the child I was- I will never again be who I am today
By rhe2 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
To give life to the long dead and gone In woven words of truth and honour the poet’s concern, their endeavour to lament the passing of the former
As I stand, stand, stand on the brink of somewhere between full throttle breakneck disaster and bust-erecting full potential breaching success
Thumping, Thumping, Thumping in his veins The beat of death and the failing rhythm of life. Reaching, grabbing, missing with his hands.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
In the grand design of destiny’s plan, God molded you with a gentle hand. Every detail carefully crafted, each trait and quality matched. Your laughter, a symphony of delight, filling my life with colours so bright.
By Joe Akagu2 years ago in Poets
i'm slipping, into the future, seconds turn into seasons minutes turn into memories i watch the sand grains fall who will be there to catch me?
By JM2 years ago in Poets
When I graced the earth, you knew I would come. You told Mother about my coming. She said you did. Are you a seer? You knew it was me who would visit right from my first kick in her belly, and you welcomed me with a smile
In shadowed depths where fear do often lurk, there lies a trait that sets the heart ablaze. Courage! Bold and steadfast in its works, guilds us through the woes of endless days.
Sound to relax to let Your mind get into the Summer mind Chill out the time with Mellow Yellow vibes by Donovan Bring the melancholic style to the shadow dark of the glasses worn at night
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
A thought. Ever so fleeting, yet ever so lasting. It grips onto your brain, latches onto your emotions. You can't help but grimace.
By Rice Bean2 years ago in Poets
