Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Life is like a movie reel. So many bloopers and cuts. Those bloopers are our good memories. The cuts are what left us broken and bruised.
By Poetry Girl8 years ago in Poets
Sports became part or my culture. One sport stood out like a sculpture. Basketball was a sport of heart and endurance. A challenge I was willing to take.
Late at night, a thought, a query. Sleepless hours turn into nothing, dreary Why so hard to lay alone in bed. Not alone, for getting monsters in my head.
By Anthony Mariano8 years ago in Poets
A Day Such As This By M. Ali A rainy slow Sunday Quiet and still Searching for purpose and reason Drinking slowly on poor mans liquor
By Monsoor Ali8 years ago in Poets
Thinking about made me realize that I am falling for you With that big smile, bright like the sun Yeah that’s what making me blind
By Julius Andres8 years ago in Poets
All I ever knew was my mom to be the devil My grandma to be n angel saying Hush Baby Girl Mommy’s doin drugs, daddy’s unknown, brothers are bums
By Ann Onomius8 years ago in Poets
I’m totally incapable of sticking to one thing I’ve started countless series on Netflix and Funamation I change my favorite song at least 7 times a month
By Jessica McGibbon8 years ago in Poets
you’re a prick! Like a needle but i’m thread, and with all my strength i’d hold together every hole it takes to keep the fabrics of our lives from falling apart
By Jewell Alexandra8 years ago in Poets
On the first day of Halloween Dracula gave to me: And a casket in an organ! On the second day of Halloween Dracula gave to me:
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
Gone so far, not far enough There's so much more to see out there And long road back to nothing One foot forward, one foot back
By Courtney Getz8 years ago in Poets
My heart is heavy. It is a bomb planted inside me, Ready to explode within the walls of my chest. My chest is tight. My lungs fail me.
By Chiara B8 years ago in Poets
I fall through the sky, wondering what comes next Perusing the clouds as I rush by them, content With the feeling that soon I will be no more
By Max Baldauf8 years ago in Poets
