Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
He Snores Like a Train on a Track He snores like a train on a track, full steam ahead, no holding back, starts with a rattle, builds to a roar,
By Marie381Uk about 3 hours ago in Poets
I. Sometimes, it’s that sign on the side of the road that beckons you to follow an unknown road toward a curious
By Dean Traylorabout 3 hours ago in Poets
There is a taboo around Sharing your views around Politics and whom You plan to give your vote And put into power and You're all in that boat
By Emma Weirabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Face of Resusci Anne She drowned with a smile no name to call her by no papers in her hand just a girl from the river Seine
By Marie381Uk about 5 hours ago in Poets
The Death Watch Beetle It starts in silence, barely there a single tick within the stair or in the beam above the bed a sound that stirs the sleeping dead
By Marie381Uk about 8 hours ago in Poets
Death exists as a conduit for existence. Life can only occur once light exceeds distance. Beyond the veil, our sight is nonexistent.
By Kale Sinclairabout 11 hours ago in Poets
a leap taken diving right into it mixed up in the middle falling through soft mist simmering on the edge of hard-boiled and devilish
By ⸘jason alan‽about 18 hours ago in Poets
I. A Better Day at Bluebird Liquor where every morning we congregate outside the Bluebird liquor, waiting for the man
By Dean Traylora day ago in Poets
If I wake at 6:00 am, will I need to be on the farm! The places that no person would ever dear to - love is an illusion...
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
***** Intro: I would give "anything" to change.............. Please just look me, in my face!! Tell me, everything will be okay - just tell me!!
My first kiss - it was nothing, a piece of rock, that sorta looks like a FROG! My first encounter with, let's say, the "genitals" - it was like an episode of Star Trek, and "SPROCK", has no home, who had perhaps felt like some cockroaches, I don't know!
The Dirty House at Number 3 It had curtains that never quite closed and a front step that leaned like it was tired of holding up secrets
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
