Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Man Who Lit His Own Eyes His hair rises like a storm that never found sky, White and furious with unfinished thoughts,
By George’s Girl 2026 18 days ago in Poets
I scoop my soup But nothing stays in I scoop and scoop But I just hear the bloop, bloop Of it leaking out my sides I don’t know where they are
By Atomic Historian18 days ago in Poets
The inner child exists deep inside Just look at a person closely and you will see behind The experienced societal beliefs and behaviored conformity
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue19 days ago in Poets
Now I'm called de trop Unwanted and unnecessary But I was important to know Before, though, not contemporary . Over-evolved exposition
By Gerard DiLeo19 days ago in Poets
Bound In Pink They said books were only paper and glue, yet these are stitched with something softer. Ribboned shut like secrets kept for years,
By George’s Girl 2026 19 days ago in Poets
We Were Married But We Were Lonely We were married but we were lonely, Sleeping inches apart. The bed held two bodies, But no warmth.
Oh my sun Let your hands rise towards the clouds and let them pass through you Tell me how warm you feel Live and reach it in your soul and aura
By KuroHoshi19 days ago in Poets
Thoughts of me feel safest inside the words you are poised to free from void Your voice more velvet than volume
By The Dani Writer19 days ago in Poets
Have you ever been walking, and you see the strangest thing !? The person, who knows you or the other person next to you ! It's a weird feeling, most of us spend time doing it !? It makes us feel important !?
By 365poetry19 days ago in Poets
The Crystal Ball Bowed My crystal ball bowed to her light, Not to fantasy, not to passing desire. It recognised something older than memory,
Ol’ Will got it right; To Be or Not? (That's right!) Sitting in bed, writing bars all night, Where do I go? Bitch, where do I sign?
By Faris Lannon20 days ago in Poets
Till There Was You I never knew the sound of laughter, That could linger in the air. Never felt the warmth of sunlight,
By George’s Girl 2026 20 days ago in Poets
