performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Miracles happen
Miracles happen In realms where miracles unfold with each dawn's tender embrace, Unseen blossoms unfurl, in clandestine grace.
Munazza SultanaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsGarden of shadows
In the garden of shadows, a secret dance, Whispers weave a tapestry of chance. Silent echoes, a moonlit trance, A symphony of twilight, a fleeting romance.
F.R. GautvikPublished 2 months ago in PoetsCigarettes and Car Rides
The music isn't as harsh as it should be And the grating flavor of the Marlboro Reds are sweet Besides the fizz of Cherry Monster,
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Kalopsia
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 2 months ago in Poets "Kiss Under the Moon"
Under the cover of the night, where the stars dance, And the moon, in its splendor, advances to the lovers. Two souls meet, in silence, in balance,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou-6
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsGround to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
ONE MORE TIME
Minutes after the Super Bowl win, Mahomes celebrated with a big grin. Eavesdropping by hot-dropped microphones, The MVP doesn't want trips or rhinestones.
Babs IversonPublished 2 months ago in Poets In a world where words meander like a gentle stream,
In a world where words meander like a gentle stream, Speaking merely skims the surface, while embodiment gleams. To tread in others' shoes, a soulful quest,
Munazza SultanaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsExhausted
I'm over this! I swear, I'm so over it. About five seconds from starting a little fit. It's like everyone is waiting for my combustion, the fall of a curtain.
J. K. AndersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
Dear, Mom
“I know we don’t talk much or communicate, so I figured I would write you this letter. I doubt you’ll ever read this but if you ever do, I want you to know that I love you. I know I don’t say it as often as I would like to, but that’s because I got use to the norm of us not communicating on that level, but never forget that it’s there because I won’t.. I must admit, I am a little choked up while writing this & as a man of a thousand words, I find it nerve wrecking to express myself to you.. But as I write this, all the memories flood my mind & play in my mind & I can’t help but to feel … loved.. I have so much that I always wanted to tell you.. but this letter just won’t suffice, which is why I wrote you this book.. I pray it makes its way to you as I am also sharing it with the world.. I Love You Mom…”