Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I have taken the same medicine for half of my life and I am still crazy and cannot stop - Is there anything else available
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
Under this big bright corolla that burns my skin brown, the waves of people’s utterance boggles my mind like a child watching a bloody film.
She furiously scratches deep into her skin. Trying to get and destroy what’s within. Flesh and blood crowd under her nail.
By No? No. No. Non. YARO. 8 years ago in Poets
Father, I told you I was drowning You said the water I was swallowing was good for me That I was going to be hydrated Could you not see that the water was black, like a smoker’s lungs
By Victoria Stout8 years ago in Poets
Laying on the curb where you left my motionless body you beat me down because I was different now I sit here all bloody wishing I was the same as every one else like the preppy popular kids having fun an hanging out but you don’t but me in that class you put me in the freak show
By John Red8 years ago in Poets
i asked my mother once through sun bleached and sea salted hair while the heat hung lazily in the air why it is that grownups sit and talk and laugh for fun
By Zoe Taylor8 years ago in Poets
I'm at the bottom of the bottle. Lipstick smudges on my forehead. Bruises on my shoulder. Everything spins. Like a quarter on a pool table.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Bigfoot, Once the story of legend Has finally chosen To show his face To the world And, what he says Is that, Just like any guy
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
I pour in sweet and milky chemicals, then slip my right foot in with the water from the cold tap. The burning sensation is lessened by commitment.
By Sarah Thompson8 years ago in Poets
As the sun sets and brings on the night we all are asleep or some of us work some of us just stay awake because they can sleep they stay up at night thinking about life and all the twists and turns wondering about how the next day we'll be stressing over the little things like what’s for breakfast what am I going to wear how come I’m still here and when school starts for most honestly the Time comes when we shut our eyes and fall back asleep waiting for the next days to come for the cycle to start over again Seeing what the sunrise has for us so we can wait for the beautiful sunset to stress again about everything that we juggle on our day to day life striving for a bigger paycheck and a nice car and to put food on the table till the sunset is where we stress about what the sunrise brings us
the passenger sits in the back seat of are mind wearing all black clothing so we can’t see the evil he wants us to commit to do wicked acts to make us his monsters but some of us lock him away in a chained up box
What can you find when you look beyond my mask that I put on every single day that fake smile the fake happiness you see everyday
