Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
You’re so ice cold I can’t fucking stand you You send me into a rage You damn near drive me insane What have i done for you to hate me
By Forest Green6 months ago in Poets
She Walked Through Doors That Never Opened For Her The carpet held its breath beneath her steps, Red like every warning she once ignored,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Paper That Spoke My Name Ink settles like truth across a quiet morning, Fingers trace stories that feel far too close,
Iron rain descends, Silent homes turned into dust, Hope fades in the smoke.
The tint that defines limit, at the end of any gauge, the shade of the blood in my veins, the very same of that, that spills in thoughts of rage.
By JM6 months ago in Poets
Where The Bright Ones Gather They stand in rows, yet none are truly matching, Each one adorned with stories of their own,
The Small King In The Rain A fragile crown rests gently on his feathers, A quiet claim the world has never heard, He stands beneath the turning of the weathers,
Ridiculous! More or less my favorite word out there. I say it all the time, describing only the moments that truly stand out.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
The Weight Of Pointing Hands The sky burns red with voices never spoken, A quiet storm that gathers without sound, They circle close, their fingers sharp and broken,
Happy heavenly anniversary! I saw the clips of number forty-four. I wish I could see them and still feel joy, but I have the lost the smile I once wore.
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
Walking in the solitude of nights simple song Desperately awaiting homes safety and comfort inside Thoughts of a day that graciously has gone
By Jason Morton6 months ago in Poets
knowing i can never be the most beautiful person in the room calms me. * i walk in and nothing is demanded of me except presence.
By Marvelous Michael6 months ago in Poets
