Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
How many layers Constitute acceptable? What fabric is most modest? If my underwear is antique are my values antiquated?
By K.B. Silver 11 days ago in Poets
Ungrateful - yes I know! "Stacy" seems to be always on "your" mind! I've cooked: Macaroni Rice Lentil Peas Jasmine Pie Potatoe Salad
By 365poetry12 days ago in Poets
Have you ever stopped to ponder and think that choosing the right word can make or break a thought that words evoke emotions, colors and flavors -
By Novel Allen12 days ago in Poets
Monsters Under the Bed They used to scratch beneath the floor, Twitching claws, low growls, nothing more. But silence taught them how to breed,
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I won’t change, I don’t mean I won’t make room for love.
By Latisha Jean12 days ago in Poets
flowery flowery nothings of spring and summer come forth from the seeds of fanciful hope hope dressed in the finest of fabrics
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Poets
PUBLIC NOTICE: ALL-CLEAR Attention please. This is a public announcement addressed to the nervous system, the muscles braced for impact,
By Hannah Lambert12 days ago in Poets
Pain hibernates within the roots of growth. For all things grow, yet not all fruits float. Peace retreats during the blooming of a single shadow flower.
By Kale Sinclair12 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Chair On the shoulder of the M6 gray, Where fog devours the break of day, There sits a chair, with iron vibes,
created, written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This is a true story. Syfy blended with Dream of what has been a gift from the universe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 days ago in Poets
Your Kissing Me And Threatening My Heart With Your Vibe... Procrastination Began, To Speak, But Just Like A Dream It Was All In My Mind…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)12 days ago in Poets
Prayers for World Peace I hold the world in open hands no banners raised, no proud demands just quiet hope where silence grows
