Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
What had happened last night ... You rang my phone on the late night just to see if I was still up. I could have ignored your call, but
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
She snaps, she shoots, She wins, just to lose. Where do they get these warped point of views? Where’s the humanity, where’s the care?
By Jessa Mae8 years ago in Poets
If you were surrounded by mirrors, forced to glare at yourself, would you be able to face your own judgment? To the woman in the mirror:
By F.A.E8 years ago in Poets
(Act I.) every morning The Show is refreshed. Better acts, Bigger finishes. every Audience leaves impressed. They must be.
By Stella Elle8 years ago in Poets
It’s funny how my body remembers you, yet my mind wanders, searching for you. Fingers trace the tracks of my spine, your Palm in my palm, you pull me close, soft
My lady sleeps in a dark room between soft sheets She tosses and turns in the moonlight, shadows etched in her cheeks My lady wakes up in a cold, damp sweat
By Charlie Sourire8 years ago in Poets
I’m the lava son I spit fiction I exile authority Extracting all smiles - Friction is spawned My boomerang is flying
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
*Beat by Bass Cave Beats* Sample of something I wrote last night. Just felt like posting. Lyrics: What have you done to me? You make my life complete 2x
By Cheyenne Patterson8 years ago in Poets
There really was a Loving & Goodnight Cattle Company, and Goodnight made several long, hard drives. And there really was a Billy who got shot in the neck with an arrow and survived. There must have been at least some men who had a sweetheart back home waiting for them.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
I keep seeing grey hairs growing from my skin. And no matter how many times I cut them they keep growing back in. I’ve started seeing my face slowly losing its form. They remind me of the lightning you see before the storm.
By Kolu Kamue8 years ago in Poets
It is four AM and I can't sleep. Not because I physically can't, But because I don't want to. When the world's asleep and my mind's awake,
By 8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever watched someone fall asleep And you looked in the passenger seat And suddenly they were at peace? Have you ever listened to someone breathe
By Celia Foster8 years ago in Poets
