performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Amour in its grandest fashion
The virtues of the bounty existence falter in its firm stance, As the mellowed glance of beauty in its amorous rhythm strikes its dance.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTidal Waves of Emotion
tidal waves of emotion roll towards and through me I give into them those powerful waves as they Drench me, throw me backwards
Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago in Poets-suffocated-
feeling suffocated -g a s p-choke- breathing...restricted -incapacitated-weak- terminally...asphyxiated -blue-faced-s e l f-denial-
Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago in PoetsAnother Place
In a land where the sun meets the sky, And gentle winds softly sigh, There lies a place, oh so divine, Where love's embrace forever shines.
Sher singhPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Symphony of Love
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
~Together!~
~Together!~ Each New Day, Brings with it Such delight, When I see you Lying there by my side... A million thoughts of possibilities
Jennifer CooleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMayhem
In the realm of mayhem, chaos unfolds, A poet emerges, their tales untold. They navigate the tumultuous storm, Crafting verses that challenge the norm.
If you read me.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
Gustavo SanchezPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSpilling my guts
We were told, that we were supposed to grow so we could be big and strong But what they forgot to mention was that you weren't supposed to be too big or too strong
Postcards...promises unfulfilled
postcards of promises unfulfilled and plans unfollowed backburner of visits delayed and trips postponed lifetime of catch-ups
Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTrain Tracks Along the Milky Way
In a circular, infinite display, Train tracks mirror the Milky Way. Doors shut gently, sealed in place, Footsteps echo rhythms of greetings and goodbyes.
Jeffrey SparksPublished 3 months ago in Poets