Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I lost my dad when I was 12 But my mom died too She’s still here on earth But I can’t get through He was the one that kept her stable
By Barbara Spoor8 years ago in Poets
I'm trying to break free But freedom is a never ending road with no light at the end to see I'm trying to clear my mind But my mind is in a bind
By Rosie caldwell8 years ago in Poets
"And because she had turned her back and left me, I stayed back & prepared for a comeback. So even with her head start, I could never slack.
By Pink Alert8 years ago in Poets
Lets go back. Let's go back, a while ago when I was 12 or so I thought it would be better to say I was a guy, than acknowledge the fear I held inside
By Tammy Van Scoy8 years ago in Poets
Stranded in the Jet Age The wheels scrape tarmac - shed their outer skins Another flight from somewhere now complete Those who wait will ask how I have been
By Michael Ugulini8 years ago in Poets
The Feeling of a Flower My petals blow with the breeze. Lovers pick at me to see if feelings are reciprocated. A thorn on my side to represent the pain that comes with beauty.
By Rachel Navarro8 years ago in Poets
Time heals all the wounds you haven't recognized it yet because it's new to you I'm preaching you the truth so listen to me while I'm speakin' to you
By Alex Alicea8 years ago in Poets
"I was born a savior, a friend to the lonely; A saving grace to the lost.. An Empath with no cost... I give never expecting to take. I hold onto things that break. I go after the things left for Heaven's sake...
By Brooke Coffell8 years ago in Poets
The Thirst- Figurative Like a bottle of water Hidden behind a convenience store fridge glass After a long trek without a drop of hydration
By Lexie M8 years ago in Poets
Mouth dry, Eyes watering. Pupils dilated, Feeling humiliated. Chest burning, Heart yearning. Friends laughing, my demons are crashing.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
Prometheus chained to rock his liver as bird food on a constant repeat. It's not enough for the Son of Chronos. So here
Sure, Being happy feels great, Freeing, and light. But there's something about depression that's incredibly addicting.
By Sour Taste8 years ago in Poets
