performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Prodigal Demon
Dad, you called me your successor, your protege, In your shadow, you led me far astray. The crimes you forced me to commit, heinous and vile, each act, each sin, stole my innocent smile.
C. D. GuzmanPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsA Bird On A Pomegranate Tree
A bird perched on a pomegranate tree is a delightful image that can evoke a sense of tranquility and natural beauty. This scene could be described in various ways, focusing on different aspects such as the bird, the tree, and the surrounding environment. Here's a vivid description:
Nahid SultanaPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsDinosaurs Still Exist
Habits become ruts I never look over. I ring a friend and ‘hang up’ the phone. 📞 ‘Look up’ an answer typing into a keyboard
Judey KalchikPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsDrop It Like An Asteroid
The ground is shakin', This groove is quakin', And all of us see another legend in the makin'. ~ Move over, T-Rex, Or you're gonna be next,
Subjective
stir the pot thicker than the blood dripping from the thoughts off the top of my head rabble rouser, true art styler, never want to be a hero, rather be the Nero to art
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in Poetsborn of stardust
born of stardust clever line gives a real sense of direction where this is heading and why the embers of the dying light
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in PoetsInto the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Matthew FrommPublished a day ago in PoetsWholesale Repackaged Trauma
literary voyeurism deciphering symbolism I want to be the fly on your wall the one you don't notice anymore the one you feed all your
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in PoetsI will never again be
the child I was- I will never again be who I am today
Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsElegy For the Reptiles of Old
To give life to the long dead and gone In woven words of truth and honour the poet’s concern, their endeavour to lament the passing of the former
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsOn the brink
As I stand, stand, stand on the brink of somewhere between full throttle breakneck disaster and bust-erecting full potential breaching success
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in Poets