Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
There’s a stretch of water that never truly rests. Even when it looks calm, something underneath is watching, waiting. The Strait of Hormuz,
By Nelo7 months ago in Poets
The Tea That Poisoned the Poet The cup was waiting, still as a held breath, resting on pages that whispered in ink, a quiet invitation dressed in warmth,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Cold Room at the Top of the Stairs There is a room above the house, where warmth refuses to stay inside, no matter how long the fire burns,
The Knock After Midnight It begins when the house forgets sound, when even breathing feels too loud, and the dark settles properly in,
She Waits by the Window She waits where glass forgets the sun, her face half lost in broken light, a stillness stitched into the frame,
Wrapped Round Molly‘s Paw She waits with her chin on the edge of the world, Soft eyes lifted, quiet, and bright, A small beating heart in a coat of black,browns & white,
the glass is thick half an inch at least thicker at the base the cork on tight bottleneck, sealed so full there is no room for air
By Alys Revna7 months ago in Poets
The Mouth That Does Not End There is a scream that never leaves the throat, it folds inward, deeper than breath, a mouth opening into another mouth,
Psychic is My Voice There are currents running through my mind, Not mine alone, yet I carry them, Signals that arrive without warning,
Warm sunshine saves my fuel bill Warm sunshine, fall into this room, Stretch out your light across these walls, Push back the weight, the quiet gloom,
Long at last A person finally pass Test we must pass Each at their own pace Bloom like each flower season Love give us a lesson
By Mariann Carroll7 months ago in Poets
Mystically There is a veil that trembles before sight, A thin place where the unseen leans close, It breathes through symbols and quiet knowing,
