Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The day I discovered the moon. [Darkness] [Spotlight – Center Stage] Enter the free-willed buffoon who stops in place to presume, is this
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
Ashes in My Mouth The hallway breathed through broken vents Cold dust settled inside my veins Every clock leaned toward the grave
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
If I could perish painlessly, I trust I would load the gun, because when their need is my demise, I still care for everyone —
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
Trying to fill the emptiness On a blank sheet of paper. All kinds of words and thoughts smolder and churn within a vat deep inside, ready to congeal and become
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
Life Extinct Now the rainbow has turned to liquid and poured into sea. We all knew instantly there would be no tomorrow for us to see
exposure and observation waiting for a closed door to open know what isn't spoken and don't speak before then what isn't broken isn't an easy fix
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
on the menu identities consumed isolation by design tribalistic separation because of us and them true nature denied civilization without humanity
I Can’t Be Sad My Life Is Too Happy Everyone tells me how lucky I am Beautiful house and a neat little plan Photos all smiling in polished frames
There's always that one that comes before the fall of the house of your best, most memorable days. We get them more than any other time in our lives, but we rarely know how important they'll feel somewhere in the future.
By Jason Morton6 months ago in Poets
I was born on a freight train It was frightening, At night time... The rain was pouring down In a gale; All alone I faced the hail…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)6 months ago in Poets
Introduction Sea Glass From The Past is a wonderful find in Whitby. I wrote about the shop (see below) and have included my friend Les's story at the end that inspired me to visit the shop.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
It’s Over Did It Ever Begin? We sat in silence avoiding each eye Two tired strangers pretending to try Love had grown distant and thin in the room
