performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Lonely is the night
Alone is the night alone is the fight Alone is the time when you feel Everything at once When you feel everything is loss
Paul StewartPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSincerely, Broken-Hearted
He was so fickle. She was blinder than hydra. But, still she loved him…
Real PoeticPublished 5 months ago in PoetsABC abstract
All i ask is for your absolute altruism. But before that, will you believe in the beautiful Calliope's cry, as it is crystalline and clear?
Jennisea RedfieldPublished 5 months ago in PoetsOops.. Merry Christmas!
This Quatern poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of eight syllables. The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line. There are no rules for rhyming or iambics. Writer's Digest, Robert Lee Brewer
Denise E LindquistPublished 5 months ago in Poetsimpossible
he wanted to know if he was unbreakable. home-grown against impossible odds. self-made from the hardest situations. he always overcame the road ahead,
⸘jason alan‽Published 5 months ago in PoetsThe Cat Rules the Roost
Come in, sit down Not there or there Those are my spots Yes, you can sit there I’m glad you could Come to visit I’m Klingon, the cat
Mother CombsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe illusion of separation
This world of illusion Is a mirror of ourselves all those book shelves Are ourselves. The heroes journey Burns in me
Daniel HooksPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA Promise to Myself
In the mirror's gentle gaze, I stand, Reflecting dreams within my hand, Whispers of vows, untold and true, A promise to myself, in moments anew. I pledge to dance in life's embrace, Amidst storms, find a tranquil space, To gather strength when shadows loom, And paint my sky with dawn's perfume. In echoes of doubts and darkest night, I'll seek the stars, embrace their light, Forge resilience in every tear's trace, And turn each stumble into grace. A promise to cherish my beating heart, To breathe in joy, to play my part, To chase horizons, unafraid to soar, And revel in the tales I've yet to explore. With each sunrise, a chance to find, The treasures within my own mind, To weave courage in each verse I tell, In every note that my soul shall swell. I vow to tend to my garden of dreams, Nurture hopes by quiet streams, To wear my scars like badges of gold, Embrace imperfections, bold and bold. A promise etched in whispered vows, To honor 'neath the moon's soft brows, To love myself in every hue and line, Embrace the truth that's purely mine. So in the mirror's reflection, I'll see, The promise I've made, the self I'll be, For in every step, in life's grand ballet, I'll keep this oath, come what may.
Zain SiddiquiPublished 5 months ago in PoetsI used to think I was..
I used to think I was French. And I am. Yet I saw myself grow into a biased idea of what it is to be American. Smiling and laughing and valuing trauma, prioritising individual success over collective power. Appreciating others for what they do before who they are, becoming my job, my personality is what I do though, isn’t it?
A fading specter
a warm couch or a sinking coffin? I can never tell what's more formal in the setting I am in But I can tell the desires that enters into the room
Snowflake
No two snowflakes look the same * Each one different from the other ** Falling gently to the frozen ground *** Piling up to create snow drifts
Mother CombsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsGrins Of The Sea
I am the friendliest of mammals in the sea. With a huge toothy grin, My smiles are given free. Yet, my dorsal fin could strike fear like a stinging bee.