Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Peace: As the Tanzanians would say Amani As the Arabs would say Salaam And as we know it as peace, tranquillity. But ,
By Masuma Shariff6 years ago in Poets
Look out. See the blue as it fades to orange then to blanket black. Let it wrap around you until you float towards the oblivion
By Em E. Lee6 years ago in Poets
Look at me. I listened to your story, but there is one that I have as well. Boy, I hope you’re listening. I don’t want you for your money
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Look here, man. I ain’t nothing but another dude who ain’t got shit to lose. My conscience is troubled enough. I have a story to tell you, I am coming clean.
I AM FROM… I am from where the hills meet the plains Plain Janes and mud stains On the torn knees Of loose-fitting blue jeans,
By Orion Bradshaw6 years ago in Poets
Merry Go Round (by: Andrew Neil, Feb 2, 2018) Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round and Round and Round Round and Round, Round and Round, Round and Round and Round and Round
By Andrew Neil6 years ago in Poets
Times that need an Evolving and moving sense of purpose Rising out of the ashes Rocking through the hours after a long Original story for this weekend and
By Jay Beastley6 years ago in Poets
Are you there my Johnny boy? Will you go to Tallow Beach? Will you work the cedar trail? Will you do as I beseech? By the time I reached the camp
By Steve Tyson6 years ago in Poets
I get all A's so I'm supposed to go to the best college to be a lawyer or a doctor I'm quiet and I do my work so I'm supposed to be a saint who's never faced temptation and mistakes
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick6 years ago in Poets
You're a teacher You don't need to degrade me in front of my peers to make yourself superior I'm sorry but my respect for you is fading
I Wake Up Intense In A Puddle Of Sweat I Have Nightmares & I Get Back Into Bed It's Like These Voices Just Keep Playing On Repeat In My Head
By Queentrepreneur Magazine7 years ago in Poets
here and now there’s no time for anything but we’ve gotta make time for us i’m in a hotel room somewhere in a Black Forest Chateau
By David Ireland7 years ago in Poets
