Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
*Beat by Bass Cave Beats* Sample of something I wrote last night. Just felt like posting. Lyrics: What have you done to me? You make my life complete 2x
By Cheyenne Patterson8 years ago in Poets
There really was a Loving & Goodnight Cattle Company, and Goodnight made several long, hard drives. And there really was a Billy who got shot in the neck with an arrow and survived. There must have been at least some men who had a sweetheart back home waiting for them.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
I keep seeing grey hairs growing from my skin. And no matter how many times I cut them they keep growing back in. I’ve started seeing my face slowly losing its form. They remind me of the lightning you see before the storm.
By Kolu Kamue8 years ago in Poets
It is four AM and I can't sleep. Not because I physically can't, But because I don't want to. When the world's asleep and my mind's awake,
By 8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever watched someone fall asleep And you looked in the passenger seat And suddenly they were at peace? Have you ever listened to someone breathe
By Celia Foster8 years ago in Poets
Went over a giant mountain It took me across adventures Something in my heart told me to go - Where did I end up? Where did I wonder?
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
Painkillers at the dinner table Vicodin My creepy touchy uncle That I can only see once or twice a year But when I do
By Sabeen Noorani8 years ago in Poets
How do you describe an ever-changing enigma? A shapeless shadow that writhes and adjusts Yet conforming to none of your standards
By Ashley Aikey8 years ago in Poets
Hope is sometimes empty with eternal pains It could hide in a cave It can only sleep when it supposed to help And it is fascinated
Let's set fire to the lonely night You're beautiful when you look at me When I see your beautiful eyes I see the fire given you another life
By jonathan bradford8 years ago in Poets
As a child, when I first became interested in beautiful things, I begged my grandmother to let me stay in the room she filled with China dolls
By Caroline Stahl8 years ago in Poets
Life Of The Party You drink the champagne, I only get the hang over. Life of the party and everyone knows your name. I swear your like Beyoncé,
By Aiyannah Eberhart8 years ago in Poets
