Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry20 days ago in Poets
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
I hear the bells a'ringing It's the unholy political hallelujah train Chugging out foul and awful smoke pollution blustering out its blow hole.
By Novel Allen21 days ago in Poets
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore My eyes are wrapped in shadowed cloth, The world has vanished into night, I reach for shapes I used to know,
By George’s Girl 2026 21 days ago in Poets
I’m just a cork out on the ocean Bobbing up and down. No purpose to my direction No clear pathway to be found. At the mercy of the waves,
By Calvin London21 days ago in Poets
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall my words scrape against stone, echoes swallowed before they leave. Hands tremble with the weight of sound,
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.21 days ago in Poets
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetry21 days ago in Poets
My Tits When I go to the store And buy a new shirt I have to think How it would look I have to wonder “Will people think I'm slutty For emphasizing my breasts?”
By J "Griffin" Rooms22 days ago in Poets
The Jigsaw Ocean The ocean came to me in pieces, scattered like thoughts I could not gather, each wave a fragment of something broken,
By George’s Girl 2026 22 days ago in Poets
The Tears Behind My Mask I wear a face that is not my own, stitched together with careful lies, a smile painted in steady lines,
