performance poetry

Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.

Velvet Sins . Content Warning.
As spiders crawl upon your skin Do you wince or whine Lie awake at twilight as spindles Spin lacy traps Across your window
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
The Dear John Letter of Alfred J. Prufrock
Dear Mr. Prufrock, I’m adhering to your rule about not addressing you familiarly in company (when are we ever alone?), but I cannot go on like this, with a hundred revisions before toast and tea. It is not your bald spot that chafes me so much as your prefacing every argument with quotes from Dante, in Italian, ensuring that I do not know what you mean at all.
By Harper Lewis 8 months ago in Poets
Madmen at our doors.
I hear the bells a'ringing It's the unholy political hallelujah train Chugging out foul and awful smoke pollution blustering out its blow hole.
By Novel Allen8 months ago in Poets
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore My eyes are wrapped in shadowed cloth, The world has vanished into night, I reach for shapes I used to know,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Just a Cork Out on the Ocean
I’m just a cork out on the ocean Bobbing up and down. No purpose to my direction No clear pathway to be found. At the mercy of the waves,
By Calvin London8 months ago in Poets
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall my words scrape against stone, echoes swallowed before they leave. Hands tremble with the weight of sound,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Prayer
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.8 months ago in Poets
My Tits. Content Warning.
My Tits When I go to the store And buy a new shirt I have to think How it would look I have to wonder “Will people think I'm slutty For emphasizing my breasts?” Does it matter What I do with my body? Does it matter How much skin I show? Maybe it's not My boobs Or my cunt But my fat That makes people look at me in disgust But if I didn't have A pussy Would they still care? Would my meat Be something to make fun of? Or to celebrate? If my chest Was on a man Nobody Would give a fuck
By J "Griffin" Rooms8 months ago in Poets
The Jigsaw Ocean
The Jigsaw Ocean The ocean came to me in pieces, scattered like thoughts I could not gather, each wave a fragment of something broken,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Tears Behind My Mask
The Tears Behind My Mask I wear a face that is not my own, stitched together with careful lies, a smile painted in steady lines,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets