Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Someone said there is no rhyme for purple so I wrote a villanelle on the subject. Caroline Jane suggested I combined it with Gina C's "Purple Turtle Rap" so I tried it .
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in Poets
Am I Losing My Mind Over You? Am I losing my mind over you or is this just the way it goes when someone breaks in quietly
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours No beds for dreaming. No time to heal. Just cold white walls and iron feel.
The Anxious Mind It doesn’t shout it taps a finger to the glass checks the locks again asks the same old question what if
I seriously thought I was his type !? You know the person that is "BITTER" because I have NO fight !? I seriously believed I was her type, the miserable piece of "twat" that has NO home !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
Remember - I can't ... that's a word !!! Remember - I will never ... those are words !!!! Remember - you are NOT something ... that's the problem !!!
Death of the ego... Feels foul blocked at the free throw... In the meanwhile, thinking about blessings from mi amigo Even though the laughing hyena
By El Poet9 days ago in Poets
Terrible weather comes mate. I feel a storm brewing A storm of fickle fate From Oval Office far beyond Australia, Europe, Greenland …
By Andrew C McDonald9 days ago in Poets
StoneHenge The circle that watches The stones stand, patient with the weight of centuries, their silence thicker than the night around them,
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
The Good Old Days, 1970 We had one key for the whole front door and left it under the mat Mum said “If they want the telly that bad,
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
