Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Sun gets in my eyes It makes feel like I’m alive Energy going through But sometimes I get out of its way It’s always calling me
By Bazooka Teaches7 years ago in Poets
I hear the ringing of Christmas bells amid the singing of an immortal noel, of stockings and holly surrounding a plump saint who is so jolly.
By H.L. Dowless7 years ago in Poets
I always thought love was meant for picket fences and lawns A place where residence is key and the key locks But I’ve had that love, found myself lost inside of it
By Deb Moon7 years ago in Poets
I’m proud of you. We’re so proud of you. Don’t forget I’m still proud of you. Of my ability to pass for normal, The way I now fit as a cog in the machine.
By Megan Paul7 years ago in Poets
I'm a mess. My hair's a mess, my bed's a mess. There is something on my chest, I look at it and I have no clue what it is? As I guess, nevertheless! My kitchen is a mess, my room is a mess. How could I have missed this? I just woke up and I'm already pissed. With things on my to-do list, and I'm going to refuse to do them...
By Jeff Cruz7 years ago in Poets
A powerful engine onboard Raging nonstop in the night Flying by like an angered soul Howling throughout the night - The driver listening to music
Did you ever notice... That some people, Seem to take their jobs Way too serious. From the postman... Who has a God complex
By Antony King7 years ago in Poets
Notice this Not like you Anymore Your remorse Left Comatose Lousy dose - I can't see Or breathe In my own space I chase bliss
We are homesick and we are already home. Soul searching is unnecessary when you let yourself realize you still have one.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
My mama always said she brought me home during a hurricane and even though those nine months were a pain that I was still the greatest thing. My mama has a heart so big you can see it state wide, sometimes a curse but always a blessing in disguise yeah she is a WonderWoman that ain't no lie.
By cheyenne 7 years ago in Poets
From the moment the sounds get plugged in From the thumping of the bass drum To the riffs of the guitars To the treble in the bass chords
By K_the Graeae7 years ago in Poets
What kind of animal is a cow? It’s not an elephant or a moose, Though they finagle the word somehow. The elk and the walrus also use
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
