Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Bare feet on the concrete, the wind blows through my hair Sore eyes from the bright grey sky, you can see my breath in the air
By Robyn Morley8 years ago in Poets
My good intentions went down the drain. No good deed goes unpunished. You were determined to misunderstand me. You were set out to disagree.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Although friends can hurt and betray Mine always comes back my way May hurt me but never abandoned Comes and goes I prefer that way
By Marc Tomassi8 years ago in Poets
Paging Bertha Gangsta! Are you there?! Bertha G where you be? it's me... your prodigy They will kill me before they see what they are doing to me
By MCBerthaG Divinity8 years ago in Poets
A room full of people Of bending limbs and bodies Standing together Watching Waiting. The harsh strum of dissonance In the sound of violins and cellos
By Jillian Schupbach8 years ago in Poets
Running Late Unemployed - Felonies have gone down on his permanent record A drug addict at his best Cocaine – white powder
By Kat Ogea8 years ago in Poets
Mood When the skies are all cloudy and grey And it's raining for all of the day Grab a book full of rhymes And a glass full of wine
By Monsoor Ali8 years ago in Poets
She's like that letter that you put on the table, So you'd know where she was when you need her. In the blink of an eye, she'll be out of sight
The world is against me. I fight my way through the crowd. I make my own path to the finish line. I have no cheerleaders.
Down highway forty-nine, Across 1552, over an old country creek, There's a windy crooked road, To the right of Reynold's Creek,
By Angel Ponder8 years ago in Poets
(Verse 1) I'm falling in love when we're talking on the phone, But then we hand up and I start to feel alone. I can't help thinking
By Peter D8 years ago in Poets
Feeling safe within my skin. Seeing peace in my own mind. Only solace leaves the ribs. Abrasive tactics for self image
By Sid l.c8 years ago in Poets
