Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Don’t tell me there isn’t anything. That you do more than you should. There’s nothing? That takes the pain away? Not pain like a broken bone
By Kat Kaplan8 years ago in Poets
I DROPPED THE APES APES APES (echo) I be working my ass off While I be getting ripped off But it's the shit they don't see
By Christine Gregotski (lil apple)8 years ago in Poets
I am the hanged man in Tarot, seeing the world from a different view Cobalt skies and desert sun, pearls of clouds and chem trails take over the scene as I wonder what it all means
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
Let me start off brutally and psycho-viciously I know why I want to die When I was young, despite the pain of being “different”
By Sabien Ruffin8 years ago in Poets
Foreign skin, a pure pedigree Brown with a little bit of light skin the rest of me disagrees.. I'm like A cross breed between a Taino Indian and a conquistador
By Jus Ness8 years ago in Poets
They say destruction is the purest form of creation. Then I innovate every second of the day. All you crave is praise. Gently massage in the malaise.
By Al Qually8 years ago in Poets
I am no stranger to the pitfalls and perils of humanity. The universe wills and whims its way to winning, And we struggle against the tide to understand the physics
By Arianna White8 years ago in Poets
My Dad My dad: Slayer of monsters and mean people, giver of hugs and high fives, deliverer of lunch boxes and left-at-home homework.
By Briana Corkill8 years ago in Poets
hear the rising tide, beginning of the beat, start a steady tapping, dancing of the feet, taken by a melody, so sensual and sweet,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
Humanity, is casualty, yeah what a riddle. I'm about the peace an love keep it really simple. Keep it civil, send In smoke signals,
By Pho3nix Child8 years ago in Poets
Let's not talk Silent Misery But rather violence and disarray Not sitting around wallowing in tears Let's exploit some horrible fears
By jessica young8 years ago in Poets
My body against yours in this warm bed, as I get a strong kiss on my head, I turn around and see the lust, as you make your way to my bust.
By Cheyenne Grandel8 years ago in Poets
