performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Riding Down Retirement Lane
So I suppose that this is it...Retirement Lane. Here I ride. Who knew social security would still exist? It does.
Rowan FinleyPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Just Hold On
Just hold on a little bit longer. Just hang on a little bit tighter. Just be strong. For me. For you. For all those who love you.
Rowan FinleyPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Down in the Dungeons
So have tried the combination of cords g/c/g/d for now Down in the Dungeons With the devil by his side There was heat, there was fire
Chantel TamaraPublished 3 years ago in PoetsJoy
JOY Joy is glee in an autumn tree Joy is ecstasy at feeling free Joy is bliss in a lover’s kiss Joy is cheer in a happy tear
Tracey LalenaPublished 3 years ago in Poets
One Thing
One Thing By Curtiss L. Hayes, Jr. A great philosopher said, ‘one thing, just one thing That’s what life’s about, everything else is nothing’
A Black Man’s Poetic MusingsPublished 3 years ago in Poets
500 Days To Survive
I open my eyes and look at the day as it stands; The conscious greed & the avoided need are constantly overwhelming me with
Darius ColquittPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Logical Gibberish.
Im missing Somthing that I miss. Only I forget what it is. I look for it on my long lost list. I wish for it again and again.
Chris Montray’s Bent LogicPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Born.
Reflecting on Actions the impacts. Evaluating the facts. Calculating the mishaps. Dwell on the Past. My own personal cell.
Chris Montray’s Bent LogicPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPhoenix
There was a spark at the start, Led to sin by a self-serving heart. Your love and judgement follow us into the dark. You find us there, take our hand
Nathan EpemoluPublished 3 years ago in Poets
If I Was A Drink
If I was a drink I’d be a Pina Colada, Because I’m sweet like cocoa, Nutty by nature, If you were a drink you’d be a Porn Star Martini,
Amber ForestPublished 3 years ago in Poets
La Petite Morte
1st Verse She heard voices in her head They told her all her choices would lead to nothing, nothing but regret The dead keep walking, and talking, no wonder she can't forget
Mitchell L MillsPublished 3 years ago in Poets
ABC
A is for Apple Absent from a reality which’ll never revert to normal again Aches handfuls of hearts for reasons they cannot resume their eviling
savage writerPublished 3 years ago in Poets
