Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Wheel of Fortune Can Spin Two Ways The wheel of fortune can spin two ways, one for the dreamers, one for the strays. One minute you’re walking the gold-paved street,
By Marie381Uk about 6 hours ago in Poets
Message in a Bottle Cast adrift from a child on shore who’s seen too much and can’t ignore, nets that tangle, oil that spreads,
By Marie381Uk about 7 hours ago in Poets
A prison in my mind I sheild away my feelings As I'm screaming for air I want you near me but you're not there In love with me ,but won't share what I've done to you
By Erica Williamsabout 9 hours ago in Poets
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jeanabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Voodoo Doll Of Love I never meant to stitch your name into mine, or thread my breath through the shape of your sigh. This heart learned the pattern before I agreed,
By Marie381Uk about 15 hours ago in Poets
Like, first of all - I thought it made sense!? The way it assumes I am not really enjoying great things!? They say great things, it comes with time - I'm no fool!
By 365poetryabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Caught In A Riptide Caught in a riptide, I can’t swim away, your touch pulls harder than reason allows. Every step closer feels reckless and right,
By Marie381Uk about 17 hours ago in Poets
I fell for you once, had the hardest time getting back up. Hit the ground with a thud, knocked out my taste buds. Lost my craving for love, it became flavorless, tasteless.
By Stacey Garrettabout 18 hours ago in Poets
With Anxious Hearts Sad tears and twisted heart Turn on the news and fall apart Families broken and so much death
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout 21 hours ago in Poets
POEM: "Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty chear'd the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd:
By Muhammad Haris khan a day ago in Poets
Hurt by Your Thorns I held the red rose in my hand its beauty caught me I could not stand the petals soft like whispered lies
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Dog You heard the clang of chains in the dark You read the tale of the locksmith, the man who welded nightmares into steel. You shuddered at the locksmith’s wife,
