Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
You ask me why I’m so insecure And I just smile. For a moment, I remember that you believe in me. You believe in me In a way I can never believe in myself.
By Rachel Dow8 years ago in Poets
Descending from the morning light Caressing with mine eyes to everything in sight. Absorbing anything within grasp. Waiting once again for the darkness to fall...to fall.
By Kelly Madeleine Ortiz8 years ago in Poets
The bike is a Trojan horse Filled with often unexpected pain. Do I need a refresher course Or am I ready to ride again?
By Tom Cartledge8 years ago in Poets
When I was 14 I met him Not quite as tall back then But I was just the same as now He had curly brown hair that he slicked into place
By Quinn Romero8 years ago in Poets
His large hands dig into my hip bones, Strong, stubborn, securing me down as if I was His prey. Why do I even feel this fragile in His touch?
By Bel Rudd8 years ago in Poets
These words are not for you So much of me has been done for an audience lately and this notebook is a calculated effort to stop that in my writing.
By Jayce-Jaquee Pezzelle8 years ago in Poets
(Instrumental) (Chorus) If feels like you're slowly slipping away when did our lives change know we're Sufferin... slowly losin our minds, it's killin me
By Kay M8 years ago in Poets
You see her, the beautiful woman, sitting on a bench in the mall. She’s hips and angles to be sure, tiny and full at once. Her lips pout at anyone
By Julianne Berokoff8 years ago in Poets
I'm like a Father I'm the head of the house Cheif of the tribe I'm a holy mystic A glowing shaman I expand worlds when I give secret books
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
Can we find peace? In our lifetime. Can love make a difference? Be a lifeline. To a new world, A world of harmony. For everywhere I turn
By Sonia Martin8 years ago in Poets
The internet can connect us more than ever in this technological era. Or distance us. Whatever comes first. For example, you can't talk to someone a thousand miles away face-to-face.
By Summer Orban8 years ago in Poets
I don't see them everywhere, mostly just in cities. Pedestrians. That group of friends eating on the outdoor patio, the coupling window shopping that thrift store; those people.
