Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
I buzz here and there Zipping though sweet blossoms Navigating past chipmunks and possums. Whizzing with the cool Spring air.
By Daphsam5 months ago in Poets
To my Lucy... Living Room * Rob, A vain young gentleman Lucy, Rob’s lover Zephyr, God of the west wind, bringer of spring and blossom
By Matt B.5 months ago in Poets
A postcard of sorts arrived today from a port far away penned by my love ... I fear my love I will never see thy sweetness
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
I was hot once. Second glances followed me home like puppies smelling steak and cuddles. Ripe melons perched under my collar bone,
By Frau Gern5 months ago in Poets
Faith. Stressed by Tearful cries, Screaming prayers, Desperate and haunted, By nightmares, forever Terrified of demons, cowed
By Kenny Penn5 months ago in Poets
Let's live for each other, hand in hand, Together we'll walk, through life's soft sand. In laughter and joy, let's find our way, Together we'll conquer, come what may.
By Sher singh5 months ago in Poets
~Secret Admirers!~ When you look at me Can you see what I want you too? Can you see what's in my soul Waiting just for you,
By Jennifer Cooley5 months ago in Poets
A little runny, A little chewy, A little bumpy, A little yellow. Full of flavour, Devour me, I'm your food saviour.
By Carol Townend5 months ago in Poets
Dear Black children, remember to be bold, to be brave, and to be yourselves. There are no others like yourselves,
By Talia Devora5 months ago in Poets
Yes; I'm not perfect, I am loud, I am soft, I am messy, I get worked up easily, I'm perfectly rounded, But don't you dare say I'm fat!
The following piece is a collaboration between the brilliant abnormal minds of myself and my Vocal Bff Heather Hubler. Once again, you can blame JBaz and Dana Crandell for the madness about to follow.
By Cathy holmes5 months ago in Poets
