Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
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
If I’d smiled more and spoken less maybe things would’ve turned out different ᵎ!ᵎ⋆.˚⛈˚.⋆ᵎ!ᵎ I never could staunch the acrid flow of tears and
By K.B. Silver a day ago in Poets
Jesus Weeps Real Tears Jesus Weeps Real Tears not fake. he hurts for us each day He does not pose for the paintings. He does not glide on air.
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
Step one: prepare a quiet room. Let the walls hold nothing but stillness, the floor clear of distractions, the air heavy with patience.
By Matesanz2 days ago in Poets
Sandy towels in windbreaker camps Radios play subdued amps Children paddle up to the knee I do like being beside the sea
By Keith Butler2 days ago in Poets
Locked Rooms I need to explain this carefully, Because it is easy to misunderstand. I am still able to write words, That part has never been taken from me.
Standing on the Moon I danced on dust beneath my feet, The silence warm, the hush complete. A silver hush, a gentle glow.
My middle finger is called the thumb! In the dictionary, sure, we can erase! But how long does it take - to start a "NEW" race!
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I have drank water from something intolerable! The stench is in my throat - daily, I think of what I could do! At first, the person who "fell in love" with me, said - "you're not that bad, and we could help"!
Administering Characteristically, Reprehensibly ____________________________________________________ A/N: Solidarity. May those who oppress in the name of power find no shelter come winter.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Poets
Here comes the train down the track. Here I get on, never to look back. I’m on my way — yes, I’m on my way. Green line, green line, green line train!
By Gabriel Shames2 days ago in Poets
The devil could not tempt me No The devil seized my hand, his voice a hiss of spite. He tried to drag me through the dark,
