Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Dirty Old Town The streets are thick with soot and rain a child stands waiting, thin with pain her dress is torn, her shoes are weak
By Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
Branch-less trees sway in dead gales on the pursed lips of fanged cliffs. Conscious yet breathless sentinels guarding the dark trails of lead veils and red glyphs.
By Kale Sinclair9 days ago in Poets
Introduction One line in this poem does not belong This is my first attempt at a Dizain The music is "Skywriter" by The Jackson 5
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 days ago in Poets
Someday, I will be better! Someday, I will beat people, tell them what I want in life - just because it's better! Someday, the things that I've been told made perfect sense!
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
In 1998, he said, my head hurts, after driving for at least 1 hour! In 1998 he said, you didn't even ask how I am doing, after driving for 1 hour!
Valentine's is coming up - who shall I commit my words to!? Valentine's is coming up - I hate this day, I truly hate the way....
He went one step D O W N Shed away his ego ~~~⏬~~~ Second step D O W N Anger loosened its grip
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran10 days ago in Poets
Your trousers are open, vicar Sunday morning, church as usual, we sat at the front, same place, the vicar came close to say hello,
By Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Poets
A Man Called Norman He lived alone in the house near the bend kept to himself, not keen to pretend garden half-wild, boots by the door
I wasn’t looking. That’s the lie I tell myself. Vinyl shop. Dust and baselines. Static in the air. He’s leaning—
By Brie Boleyn10 days ago in Poets
The Tomato Song The Tomato Song Once I went walking with my brother Tim. Somebody threw a tomato at him. Now tomatoes are soft and they can’t break one’s skin,
I rise again for another day Rested in body Tired in mind > I feel the entropy now The atrophy Within and without > The rot
By Gene Lass11 days ago in Poets
