Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Cool Down the Sun, It’s Too Hot We don’t do heat, not this thick choking kind where walls sweat and bed sheets cling like guilt.
By George’s Girl 2026 8 days ago in Poets
You need to be really careful Not to define yourself by your Perceived disability (or whichever perceived shortcomings)
By Grz Colm8 days ago in Poets
The Eye In The Sky You cannot see them, no, not once, yet something lingers in the air, a pressure just behind your thoughts,
British Weather Oh, the skies are gray and dreary, With clouds that dance and twirl, Sometimes the sun shines bright and cheery,
There’s a big storm brewing today Going to be a big one, so they say A reformed cyclone from up the coast That's where the damage was the most
By Calvin London8 days ago in Poets
She Wears Hearts Like Armour She wears hearts like armour, pressed into her skin, soft shapes pretending they do not remember pain.
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
Quiet Messengers, For Bren Bren, I know the silence grows, in ways the outside never shows. A year has passed, yet still it stays,
To: The monsters under my bed... I still love you quietly, gently at a distance where my love cannot be seen I still love you
By Lolly Vieira9 days ago in Poets
until death we'll part other bride waiting at home wedding cake crumbles
By Tina D. Lopez9 days ago in Poets
Karma Does Not Forget I have seen it circle back, slow and certain, not in thunder, not in noise, but in quiet hours, when a man sits alone with what he has done,
You climbed my walls like ivy. A moment that felt enchanted, though you weren’t always fearless, You have a demure that says, “Who is afraid of little old me”.
By Jesse Lee9 days ago in Poets
moments & months of mending, guidance to repair and care, middles met with melting melting also met with pouring movements that mimic molasses, slowly going astray from that which is melting away
By Ruhani Khadijah9 days ago in Poets
