performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
S'more Madness
Sadistic Santa was at it again! Deep in the forest, the man in red was having a Christmas campfire. Terrified Marshmallow fellows and Chocolate bar declared it utterly insane.
Blood In The Sink
I can see myself bleeding. Is it your fault or mine? There's blood in the sink and it's clogging the drain. Who's hurting this time?
Jasmine HarrisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThem
Strange little footsteps in the hallway. A creaking in the attic. A face in the mirror that I've never seen before. Listen to the screaming.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Darkness
Look around that room of yours. Tell me, what do you see? Is it the shadows in the corner? Or is it the monsters at your feet?
Jasmine HarrisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA Journey Through Mindfulness and Mental Health
In the tranquil spaces of the brain, where considerations tenderly influence, An excursion unfurls, and in care, we track down our direction.
Dancing in Twilight's Dream
Dancing in twilight's dream Light as smooth as cream We talk most everyday I love when I see you walking my way My heart thumpa thump thumps
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Warrior
Live Your Life, by Chief Tecumseh So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
Denise E LindquistPublished 5 months ago in PoetsAllergies, Oh Me!
The rondel supreme is a French poetic form with the following guidelines: 14-line poem broken into three stanzas. First two stanzas have four lines and final stanza has six lines. Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaAB (capital letters are refrains). No restrictions on syllables or subjects. Writer’s Digest, Robert Lee Brewer
Denise E LindquistPublished 5 months ago in PoetsYs
Y the inhumAnity? WhEnce the pathos, the morEs HItherto our sanIty Whence ethOs inventOries Actualization misUnderstood?
Gerard DiLeoPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBlissful Nights
In the cradle of twilight, where the day's embers fade, A hushed ballet unfolds, as I enter the quiet shade. Veins of consciousness unravel, surrendering control,
BrendonJosephPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFlux
In the kaleidoscope of time, where moments swirl, A tapestry unfolds, an ever-changing world. Beneath the cosmic canvas, a dance of hues,
BrendonJosephPublished 5 months ago in PoetsGet in Line
Get in line; we have a society to run And if you break with expectations, you are nothing more than a pest in need of being squashed
Kevin NewtonPublished 5 months ago in Poets