Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
He started returning on Thursdays. Not dramatically, of course! No thunder, no mirrors cracking, No cinematic violation of physics.
By Akiya ღ7 months ago in Poets
I Know Am Losing You I felt it before I understood it, that small shift, that distance that cannot be measured but can be felt in everything.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
You keep Returning Always coming back the way a shadow lengthens - slowly...gradually, but with the confidence of something
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Poets
Listen and you will hear it 'Neath the howling winter wind That ever-fleeting secret Found just when faith is thinned -
By Ian Read7 months ago in Poets
Last Sunday we thought she'd die overnight But she proved us gratefully wrong And carried on Found some more fight And showed just how strong
By Emma K. Weir7 months ago in Poets
YOU! Just Like the Sun Standing Alone Glaring, Up High Far Beyond The Clouds, Out Of The Reach, Estranged From The Earth-
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)7 months ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us All I have wondered this more than once, not in a loud way, not in questions spoken out, but in quiet moments
The Heart Is Stronger Than The Mind The mind talks loudly, it builds its case again and again, it gathers reasons, it lays them out like facts I should trust.
You Abused My Child Now You Must Die There are lines in this world that should never be crossed, lines that exist without question,
Slippery Slopes It begins small, just a slight shift, a step that does not feel as firm as the one before it. You tell yourself it is nothing,
Snow In June Are You Kidding Me Snow in June, I stood there longer than I should have, watching it fall like it made sense,
I. In the frigid winter gloaming A spark stoked in coals still warming As children dash home Through cobbled streets iced over
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
