Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The music mixes with the rain drops as they fall The saxaphone doesn’t seem to mind, it keeps spitting out what it wants to say
By Noah Hagedorn7 years ago in Poets
Here are the words to the poem in the video above: I used to cry mascara. I was so uncomfortable the first time I wore a bra.
By Victoria-Louise Sweet7 years ago in Poets
The cosmos of the night sky crash into a million sparkles and it’s not that I’m waiting for the sparkles to fall on me but when I try it
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
Do you hide the real you? Do you hide over social media? Do you take a blanket and erase your image so no one can see you?
By Yuri Kenan8 years ago in Poets
I have taken the same medicine for half of my life and I am still crazy and cannot stop - Is there anything else available
Under this big bright corolla that burns my skin brown, the waves of people’s utterance boggles my mind like a child watching a bloody film.
She furiously scratches deep into her skin. Trying to get and destroy what’s within. Flesh and blood crowd under her nail.
By No? No. No. Non. YARO. 8 years ago in Poets
Father, I told you I was drowning You said the water I was swallowing was good for me That I was going to be hydrated Could you not see that the water was black, like a smoker’s lungs
By Victoria Stout8 years ago in Poets
Laying on the curb where you left my motionless body you beat me down because I was different now I sit here all bloody wishing I was the same as every one else like the preppy popular kids having fun an hanging out but you don’t but me in that class you put me in the freak show
By John Red8 years ago in Poets
i asked my mother once through sun bleached and sea salted hair while the heat hung lazily in the air why it is that grownups sit and talk and laugh for fun
By Zoe Taylor8 years ago in Poets
I'm at the bottom of the bottle. Lipstick smudges on my forehead. Bruises on my shoulder. Everything spins. Like a quarter on a pool table.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Bigfoot, Once the story of legend Has finally chosen To show his face To the world And, what he says Is that, Just like any guy
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
