Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Every feel Every minute With you I am in it On the surface we might make a mess But deep down you know we mesh
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue13 minutes ago in Poets
So long has it been Since we touched Or kissed Intimacy forbidden at the moment And missed But to counter the inability
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue15 minutes ago in Poets
Limited suggestion Since the congestion Of my mind Over time And the value Of a minute Or an hour Blooms like a flower
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue19 minutes ago in Poets
Avoid Annoyed I see the subtle hesitation But what changed Am I void Of what caused this situation Such silence
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue22 minutes ago in Poets
pressure to perform Is the norm When people are desperate for normalized conditions But the apprehension of fruition
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue24 minutes ago in Poets
Such a stranger in the crowd To those that I'm around I don't hide but still they don't see me They think they do Based on one or two
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue26 minutes ago in Poets
I move my hands slowly, Do we sing and win teasing the edges with the gentle lines of my fingertips that mark me as individual.
By Paul Stewartabout 5 hours ago in Poets
She Knows What She Wants She walks forward with a steady gaze, Dark hair resting against a coat rich and deep. Blue eyes bright with thought and decision,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 6 hours ago in Poets
Eyes scan the field. All sound turned mute. The cheers of the crowd have gone missing. Feet dance with deception;
By Moni Martinezabout 12 hours ago in Poets
My mind starts up before I wake Constantly running like a Broken ticker tape Frozen, I await the silent alarm Haunted by specters
By K.B. Silver about 14 hours ago in Poets
Please can anyone tell me is this from vocal or is it fake as my account isn’t blocked can you all see it ? please reply someone
By George’s Girl 2026 about 17 hours ago in Poets
We Do Not Want World War Three The mothers stand at windows tonight, quiet, listening for distant thunder, Not from the sky, but from men who move pieces across maps and oceans,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 19 hours ago in Poets
