Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Within the depths of the rivers of woe, the radiant sun has since lost his way, and having nowhere left for me to go, I turn my back and leave behind the Day.
By Lizzy Rose7 months ago in Poets
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Under the Stairs It Waits There is a space beneath the stairs, Where light forgets to stay, Where dust hangs thick like something living,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
He Keeps The Keys He stood outside too long, Not knocking, just listening, Like the door had a pulse, Like it knew him.
Copper in the low light Poison on a slow night Moment like a match head Praying I will strike it just right I gave you all of my good side while you showed me yours
By SUEDE the poet7 months ago in Poets
The first warm day of the year And I return from the store Sweating lightly in my t-shirt and shorts Waiting for the air to kick in
By Gene Lass7 months ago in Poets
“A soap impression of his wife That he ate and donated to the National Trust” - John Lennon “Happiness is a Warm Gun” > 6:30 a.m.
An old black man sidles across the street Black suit, white tie Folded newspaper in his hand > He swings his arm and fans the paper behind him
Across the planes of dimness of existence Once the darkness's favored one Deep into the misery and the despair A servant that marched until their will be done
By Jason Morton7 months ago in Poets
Gilded Quiet A face of silence, shaped in molten grace, Where no breath lingers, yet presence remains, Each curve remembers a hand once steady,
We Danced the Twist The music struck, hips swung wild, Laughs flew free, hearts beguiled. He took my hand, spun me around,
