Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Fate is not real. People like to talk about fate as this sacred path, created by some all-powerful being, that leads us on this perfect journey.
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
Hey you I see you there Yeah, I can do that, too Put on my famous Crooked smile I'll dance to that same tune Crank on a smile of mischief
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
"I am a mess” I say, more sure of it than before I was 22 And less sure of why. “I am a mess” I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel
By B Day8 years ago in Poets
You deserve better then I can give you. I’m the bronze medal, You deserve the gold and flowers. Someone to stay strong,
By Abigail Mckinney8 years ago in Poets
Precious liquid is lifted to perfectly poised lips Sipping down rivulets of red Eyebrows arch as it spreads Coating and caressing each taste bud's tip
By Destiny Revealed8 years ago in Poets
I hate when you say that something you said doesn't matter anymore. Just because our call failed, or the phone cut out, It does matter.
By Auburnashes =^-^=8 years ago in Poets
Happiness is a child with scratched knees and a goofy smile. Holding a candy cane in sticky hands. Pride, a soldier with his back pulled straight. Medals lining his chest like a fence around a home.
By CMi Mimi8 years ago in Poets
(I'll admit, I've become obsessed with you and what you claim to stand for.) Don’t put words in my mouth. When did I say I was anti-immigrant?
By Syd Ghan8 years ago in Poets
Getting sleepy.. very very sleepy I doze off into sleep... Before I know it... I’m there.. Outside of the same apartment...
By Oscar Duarte8 years ago in Poets
as the glass smashes on the worn, wooden floor, it signals all out war, In the limbo of a moment, a chair strikes an elderly gent,
By Jake Yates8 years ago in Poets
You are the bar. Country whispers wife whispers waiting figures. Hops ‘n yeast make good ransoms Counting luck behind rainbow smoke.
By Niles Koenigsberg8 years ago in Poets
The beloved teaches me to dance Watching glittering, rippling leaves Like waves Or clouds Or sand Tracing spirals of intricacies
By Katt Clark8 years ago in Poets
