performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Poet's Queen
The Poet's Queen You love me, so I am a poet. My present self is a reflection of your love. The sky, the air, the morning light,
Silent NightPublished 4 days ago in PoetsEnchanted by Myself
Enchanted by Myself I search for her Who is closer to me than myself. In my burning desire, I hear her footsteps. Like a skylark, in unquenchable thirst,
Silent NightPublished 4 days ago in PoetsAt the End of the Day
At the End of the Day The earth, with its mud-streaked, faded gray shawl, Has draped the folds of the horizon with deep pathos.
Silent NightPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Traveller
I see the road ahead The fields stretching beyond the horizon The sky turning red The fields will be my bed. There are no borders I know of
Ricky LahiriPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
mahmoud elsaadPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Ship with a Hunch
The sands whisper tales of the Ship of the Desert, A beast with a hump, where the sun's fire is kept. He carries the nomad, a guide and a friend,
mahmoud elsaadPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWhat Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished 5 days ago in PoetsT-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsIn Fugacious Bliss
hold me captive, and Stop - i n h a l e the fresh May breeze in fugacious b l i s s * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: While trying to think of something for Mike's awesome challenge, I came up with this senryu...It's a bit cheerier and romantic, much like my recent poem, For Ruth. Enjoy!
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsRaindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
spin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSteppum Eht
"You know The Muppets are evil incarnate, right?" he asked with a quiver and quake as the blood dispersed from his face "The puppet controls the hand, don't you know?"
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in Poets