Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Isn't it amazing how something so beautiful can be so dry? Just drift away in the night sky To fly so high to the point to where you see Mars
By Luu’sWorld .8 years ago in Poets
Traversing hills for signs of realization Hoping that no day comes when there’s lack of conversation Soft, soothing, gentle, and honest
By Dominic Puccio8 years ago in Poets
You: are as pretty as a Rose (or basically any pretty flower) sweet as candy (the sweetest one of them all) smart like a nerd (you still can be if you try, or even fail)
By Michaela Weiss8 years ago in Poets
Why does a head hurt Why does a stomach ache Why does a newborn cry when it hasn't ate Why can't you just be you Why can't we just be free
Why me, you ask that everyday, try me What broke people say, I'll be what dreamers always dream, tv you'll see me on that screen
“you are always lost in thought. i see it when you look up at me like you’re thinking really hard concentrating on the scar in my forehead
By Nic Torres8 years ago in Poets
They say in 7 years your body reproduces enough cells that completely replaces your skin. Your body is completely new and untouched. Unmarked, unclaimed, a freshly wiped down chalkboard.
By Cori Ann8 years ago in Poets
I fell asleep, though I don’t remember when and I entered a dream that wasn’t easily escapable. I looked all around, 360 degrees
By Elizabeth Summers8 years ago in Poets
Pen to paper Here are my thoughts From the crazy to the fearful From the anxious to the scared It’s a mess inside my head
By Claudia Coto8 years ago in Poets
Out my window, I saw a man today. Calm and swift describe his gait, Yet at my plot gave a shifty gaze To the right and left; I stood amazed
By Will Sheffield8 years ago in Poets
This is a bundle of emotions captivated into one hand of a person who lives their life wondering if they should agree with their head or follow their heart.
By Phoenix Jr.8 years ago in Poets
Dear sweet blue line, Thank you for such beautiful memories. From deep down south in the cold harbour you tickle my feet, hold down my squirming and licking my inner thighs.
By Delicious Ebony8 years ago in Poets
