Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Once upon a time, a line that Enveloped the human mind, Creating a pace and space For the wandering soul And the imagination inside—
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
Blood-stained hearts Abandoned in pitch-black rooms Devoid of any ceiling Exposed to the dim light of the Majestic moon marrying the night stars
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Poets
Fuck the cells of our beginning, fuck the compliment of your being. Our primordial bearers fucked their becoming by the Ancient Lake.
By Dr Joel LaNacey8 years ago in Poets
I really had to make my way To a place long lost before A place west of this mist And not long will I make the kiss I'd give a dozen logs to pass
By Matthias Elijah8 years ago in Poets
Why do we do it? Why do we get right to it? Why do we try, when we know our whole life is a lie? You know what screw it!
By Esther M8 years ago in Poets
Deep inside all you find is pain. Can't sleep at night for your hurt is tamed. Tears roll out driving you insane. Time goes by nobody knows the hurt you weep, the wound so cold.
By Ilian Perez8 years ago in Poets
Their faces sun burnt, Sweat poring down their cheeks. The helms on their heads sizzling, Their brain afire from the heat.
By Wayne Cuyler8 years ago in Poets
Joy. Beyond the physical wants. Beyond the physical things. See, joy is an experience. Full of unique destinations reached by spontaneity.
By Claudia Coto8 years ago in Poets
What is time? Is life really to be fathomed by a tick and a talk? Waiting for the moment to do what you please? The beginning of an ending,
By Adept Ramos8 years ago in Poets
He holds your face in his hands While he brushes your hair to the side. His bare chest becomes a place to rest Oh how sweet you think this place could be.
By Tracy8 years ago in Poets
From out of infinity I came soaring and in this world I found conflict roaring. Through argument, there was lost many a friend.
This is shameless self-promotion from a girl who just moved to the city and needs to make rent. I'm not sorry, because I'm proud of the work I've done to write and self-publish this book and the words I have written.
By Iris8 years ago in Poets
