Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
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 about 4 hours 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,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 5 hours ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 7 hours ago in Poets
I woke up with a stranger’s name in my mouth and no idea who it belonged to. The room felt familiar the way an old song does
By John Smithabout 7 hours ago in Poets
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetryabout 10 hours ago in Poets
I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
By 365poetryabout 15 hours ago in Poets
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
Would we still chase the rising sun, If shadows ruled the sky? Would hope still hum a gentle tune, Or fade without a cry?
By Jacky Kapadiaabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Introduction This is my seventh piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful artwork. Here is the Chicken Legged Workshop's Facebook Page
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 17 hours ago in Poets
This is for a prompt in the Vocal Social Society based on this painting. I have decided to do a simple sonnet to kick off the prompt.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 21 hours ago in Poets
imagine feeling everything pangs of infinite gnostic hunger before, after, during learning and knowing em0ti0ns at a b0iling p0int
By ⸘jason alan‽a day ago in Poets
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
