performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Today is a New Day
Today is a new day, starting a new leaving the old Today is a new day, heading west away from the cold Today is a new day, being on my own
Gavin BrennanPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsMan On the Moon
I'm all alone no-one alike I feel shallow with all my might. I know i'm different from the others but that's alright. I'm on my way to a new place I think I just might find my place. Here I am I think i'm home but way do all the same shun so much. I'm on a journey on my way I found this person on the way they were just the same but then things changed it turned too may. The sun grew longer the moon much shorter I found my home near the porter. The sirens sounded against me I ran as fast as I could from the others. I fled to a place were I found my brothers and the mother. I finally found a place were I could take cover.
Tyler PrincePublished about 11 hours ago in Poets
There's Light
The days do start in walks, through rain and fire, thrown in open roads of plastered streets; no gun control or sympathy. In a way it's ecstasy: The absence of an energy, that keeps pushing away.
Jerald DeanPublished about 17 hours ago in Poets
Morrigan Meeting Balor
The sweetness sickens solace, In the resolve of all that's left. We loved it, but we saw it - Happening - suppressed.
Jerald DeanPublished about 17 hours ago in Poets
Writings on the wall
There is a sorrow in her eyes, A glorious disposition that does not lie, Wrapped and draped in silky satin, She dances in disparity, her mournful lullaby
Spine
My nerves ache my vertebrae shift like the spine of a well read book. Open and exposed too many times. Scalpel to flesh,
Josey PickeringPublished a day ago in PoetsSick
abcessed yellow pustules cling inside like they belong my ribs outline without a plan, ivory shards too weak shivering in their casket shrouded
Hello, Beautiful Cardinal
Hello, beautiful cardinal how are you today... it is so good, to see your chirping face I listen clear-- To every sound you make I catch everything and enjoy your time! it makes me feel safe. it makes me feel okay. it helps me stay straight. listening to your wisdom hearing from your experience I have gained so much I cherish these times-- when you stop by it reminds my crazy mind that I always have a guide... Beautiful cardinal, you can always stop by but before you take off and fly can you deliver a message for my loved ones in the sky tell 'em that I love 'em and really miss 'em Thanks! thanks for coming today oh, and before you fly away I almost forgot to say I love you, beautiful cardinal I love you, grandma.
Dalton “Statz” ClinePublished 2 days ago in Poets
when you write my eulogy
i want you to indulge in the fact that i was not as accomplished as i was passionate, that i did not dream of anything other than things i could not have,
Prinxe DannyPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Better Man
They say “I should release”. Really, I need peace. Time away from the city elements And all the busy streets. When I look around me
The Vivid DreamerPublished 5 days ago in Poets
Dear you.
You watched me through it all You ignored me when I called You weren’t at the phone You never even heard me sob He betrayed your homes
Sylvia NorrisPublished 5 days ago in Poets
Who Am I?
Every poet does it.....so why can't i?? Who am I? Funny question Sometimes even I don't know. There are many ways, that I can go. My brain has acquired so much. some may say I'm blessed they don't know it's rough when info bleeds out stress pointing me here pointing me there pointing me anywhere So needless to say, questions like "Who am I?" are loaded questions needing clarification. My mind is the pilot, on this jet. And that can be a good thing. Though the true reality its not necessarily, a good thing--to have your mind as the king Because when your mind starts drifting it can start leading--to all of the doubting Start questioning yourself like... Who Am I? Who am I? okay okay okay I know y'all are still wondering when is this fool gonna answer the question Who Am I? Honestly, I don't know how to express this... Who am I? Who am I? I'm a recovering addict And a schooled theologian I thought I should mention that even I--was battling my demons Two different me two different stories Just wanted everybody to accept me And when most rejected me the question still remained inside of me Who am I? Who am I? I know it's a foggy picture Still I recognize I am supposed to be a leader Turn my tests and my messes Into testimonies and messages Pointing people to the right path So they can have good karma And won't see any wrath Haha, funny question Who am I? Well, I realize I can be a guy-- who helps others in life With the words that I write, I can encourage a fight and save a life Who Am I? Who am I? I'm just another poet Expressing positivity In word form.
Dalton “Statz” ClinePublished 5 days ago in Poets
