Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Does one need to feel the prick of fate For them to hurt and begin to bleed Not a one expects to be allowed through the golden gate
By Jason Morton7 months ago in Poets
Turn over a rock And see the big Crock… Tick tock, tick tock! 🌃🪩 Who says we can’t run as we are, Run way too far, Run, run, run, until we find a new bar.
By Gabriel B. Shames7 months ago in Poets
Men Are Sore Losers At Scrabble Tiles laid down with steady pride, letters stacked with careful aim, a quiet war across the board,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Say Nothing, See Nothing, Do Not Listen They stand where the air feels heavy, three figures bound by unspoken law, one seals her lips with trembling fingers,
The Man Who Passed Through My Head He did not knock, he did not breathe, he entered like a cold thought slipping, through bone, through silence, through the thin place,
Office Gossip I Quit This Shit It starts so small you almost miss it, a comment said then brushed aside, a look exchanged across a desk,
Glistenings upon the mornings land As light of the star gleams off the drops of dew Steps softly unto the grass with steaming mug in hand
And what the actual fuck Are you gonna do about it? Yell? Kick your feet like a kid? Pull a gun on me and pretend That that's okay?
By Silver Daux7 months ago in Poets
Do Crystals Really Have Power They glimmer softly in shop windows, lined in rows of quiet colour, names attached like whispered cures,
The day I Went Cat Fishing I went out cat fishing, full of cheer, Thought I would land something out here. Rod in my hand, I gave it a swing,
The Paper Bag Poet from YouTube I am not your polished screen glow, not your filtered face, not your perfect lie, I am a bag pulled over breath and bone,
Flesh of my flesh be not the enemy of mine Tear not into one another over little things Fight only when it's necessitated and it's fine
