Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Stay Smile back at me again When the corner of your mouth turns up It's something quite different than before And I want to know more
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
I am faithful, and caring. I am either nice or mean, there is no in between. I'm either your friend, or your enemy. I can be social, but only with those I consider family and friends.
By Deborah Portillo7 years ago in Poets
Some are bound to be tight close to your emotions and feelings and then some will fall please allow me to be curly with love given and appreciation
By Davon Lundy7 years ago in Poets
The Sun gets in my eyes It makes feel like I’m alive Energy going through But sometimes I get out of its way It’s always calling me
By Bazooka Teaches7 years ago in Poets
I hear the ringing of Christmas bells amid the singing of an immortal noel, of stockings and holly surrounding a plump saint who is so jolly.
By H.L. Dowless7 years ago in Poets
I always thought love was meant for picket fences and lawns A place where residence is key and the key locks But I’ve had that love, found myself lost inside of it
By Deb Moon7 years ago in Poets
I’m proud of you. We’re so proud of you. Don’t forget I’m still proud of you. Of my ability to pass for normal, The way I now fit as a cog in the machine.
By Megan Paul7 years ago in Poets
I'm a mess. My hair's a mess, my bed's a mess. There is something on my chest, I look at it and I have no clue what it is? As I guess, nevertheless! My kitchen is a mess, my room is a mess. How could I have missed this? I just woke up and I'm already pissed. With things on my to-do list, and I'm going to refuse to do them...
By Jeff Cruz7 years ago in Poets
A powerful engine onboard Raging nonstop in the night Flying by like an angered soul Howling throughout the night - The driver listening to music
Did you ever notice... That some people, Seem to take their jobs Way too serious. From the postman... Who has a God complex
By Antony King7 years ago in Poets
Notice this Not like you Anymore Your remorse Left Comatose Lousy dose - I can't see Or breathe In my own space I chase bliss
We are homesick and we are already home. Soul searching is unnecessary when you let yourself realize you still have one.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
