Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Quiet Watcher A steady gaze, a quiet flame, No need for words, no need for name, The forest lives behind those eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is a Ballade. The form of this poem is meant to feel like the swirling of a sea or maelstrom. This is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Boots in Rhythm A hat sits proud with curved brim wide, Boots stand firm with steady stride, Roses bloom in colours bright,
Held in the Dream Catcher A dream catcher hangs in silent night, Threads of colour, drawn in tight, Feathers fall like whispered prayer,
I keep close to my chest Until it's time to let out What needs to be said — This was never a sequel Not in the way you imagine
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
The more I learn about the world, the less I want to be a part of it. No longer suicidal But I’d much rather be in the comfort of home wrapped in the peace of God’s safe love.
By Moni Staxx6 months ago in Poets
Is limerence a dirty word? I feel filthy when I think about the way it can effect me. So pure and light like a joy from within
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
Morning Opens Softly Morning opens softly at the window, Light slipping in without a sound, I sit with a cup gone slightly cool,
🏃🏽🏃🏽➡️🏃🏽♂️🏃🏽♀️➡️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏽♂️➡️ Run, jump, Run, jump, run Push-up. Sit-up. Push -up now Mission accomplished.
By Calvin London6 months ago in Poets
Here we are again on the slopes of healing from Love that was supposed to be forever. Dammit! A carrot dangling on a stick.
Subtle hints escape the room A whisper of something unholy and true Such an odor, like sweet permeating perfume Each time it entered, none knew what to do
By Jason Morton6 months ago in Poets
I Walked Through Time I walked through time with bare, soft feet, Across lost hours I could not keep, The sand held clocks instead of grain,
