Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
If there is no venerator for myself Then I shall be my own riveting riveter To reorient To that which I resonate with As continuing down the same pathway perverts
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
embrace me harder cozy like a campfire let loose your cork-trapped love interrupt me politely, and slow dance with me for all of
By D3 years ago in Poets
exhumed my weary heart from a coffin made of dreams, the weak lambent flicker was soon to turn me igneous, yet fate stepped in and
Sc r e w e d without (hope) Shots fired oo o oo o by life and vice leave b l e e d i n g bullet holes o oo oo o o o z i n g and s e e p i n g
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the city. Beautiful ladies are passing. Gentleman, too. Various age groups. Street vendors are Calling everyone to buy their veggies.
By Gloria Penelope3 years ago in Poets
The universe drops rain to communicate with the terrestrial inhabitants. Using a multidimensional language to enlighten us about the nature
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Poets
Pre-Prepared Pre-Packaged Pleasure Pyschological and Physical Penile PIV Perforating Punchering Punctured Pieces Perspective is Perception
Bullet holes ...shots hurt * dark recesses riddled * rip fresh shards flesh * fractured bloody lifeline dripping
Exquisite (adjective) extreme and intense in beauty courtship (noun) period when romance blossoms locked (adjective) fastened and secured in the cosmos
mine aren’t fashioned to hold tight money slips through _____ a million metaphoric hammers jack my grip _____ pens resist the starts and stutters of my arcane strokes
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
Under the enormous top, where dreams take off, A bazaar comes to town, a mystical sight. The air is bursting at the seams with music and giggling,
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
