performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Peaceful Dragon's Slumber
The Peaceful Dragon's Slumber Deep in the whispering forests of a Dragon's Deepest Slumber Thy sweet ol’ voice began a story to ruffle and dance among the breeze,
Zachariah BookhamerPublished 6 years ago in PoetsJump
The day I went back to the place I once felt so happy. The place that filled me with happiness and laughter. Even to this day it does the exact same, but things are different now. The air is different, the smell, the sounds; it’s all wrong. I just don’t know how to fix this, I’m frozen with it running through my mind at high speed, I can’t capture a thought long enough to use it. I realize time doesn’t heal a thing, we just simply live with it. We’re given second chances but things are different this time around, It’s not the same as it once was. I stand on the edge wondering what went so wrong within that time? I feel the breeze against my face, I glance down to realize there’s nowhere left to go. Who knows what’s down there, not you. Not me. If I don’t take my chance now I’ll never know. I take one more look around the place I once felt so safe and take a deep breath, close my eyes and jump.
Hannah-jo MarksPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhirlpool
I often sit and wonder what it would be like now, but I instantly rush to push that thought aside. I’m sat with a million waves crashing through my brain and I’m allowing myself to drown, I lay my head back and just get caught in the drift and now I have no clue where I've ended up, I've just accepted it. This is how it is now. Constantly trying to grasp on to the only thing I have which is collapsing between my fingers, so transparent. Breathing in intoxicating myself with every thought, losing my mind with the same tune playing over and over telling me how to blackout, but I just can’t I’m frozen in time, whirlpooling around and around with no particular direction, I gaze amongst the stars and feel such peace so I choose to stay a little longer.
Hannah-jo MarksPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhat Is It That You See?
"What is it that you see?" I ask those maple brown eyes that are gazing into my chestnut color eyes. All I see is my failures.
Krystal MelinaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Truth
The azure colored sky melts into a sea green grass which is under my brown bare feet. A rainbow of life seems to encircle us with a void of brilliance engulf all, but the nothing, which is our sorrow. Wisdom is not black or white, but is a greyed eyed beast that learns from trial and error. To be blind is a blessing for one can see the true colors of the soul which reveals nothing but the truth.
Charlie SalinasPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLike There’s Nothing Wrong
I’m unsure whether to blame pride or fear It pains me Forced to be his towel, to wipe away his tears My heart aches For I’m the only one who knows, you see
Jazzma CroftonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMemories Made
Well, it felt like just yesterday or a couple of months past when I'm here looking at photographs And videos and listening to them old songs and the radio
Sleep Damnation
Sell your kidneys for a passing grade, Our intellect is our crusade, Of caffeine highs and hearts decayed, An apocalypse of living zombies!
David IntrabartoloPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLife in Motion
Motion Life is always in motion You stop to think But how can you stop when your day is a constant commotion. You stop to wonder; what, why, where and how
Hannah BrennanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRockin' Our Way to Humanity
Ingredients One pebble small or large in weight. One person oozing kindness. One location. A world of conflict, divided by culture and ignorance as the political embrace division, it takes the actions of one to generate a unified thought. Community spirit. Not as we saw in the second World War or during acts of terrorism. But in the heart of every child, parent, grandparent that places that much loved stone with their artistic interpretation. Standing alone, hiding in its environment, waiting for the next caring hand to move it on to its next stage of its journey.
mel ashtonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBravura
She walked into the Room with bravura. The men all sat up Straight. Her ponytail And glasses spoke of An ensemble of Poise and focus. The
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDo You Believe
Do you believe in that what you cannot see, is it real or just make believe, do you wonder who's in the trees on that lonely night when you feel the cool breeze what do you believe. Is it more the witches, vampires, werewolves, and ghosts or the little green men coming down in their UFOs, but you cannot forget the monsters and ghouls who may very well be your teachers at school. The creepy and crawlies that hide in the park under the slides that come out when it's dark, please do not be afraid because chances are they're just looking to play, not to eat you just more for a friend because when you hide in the dark it's hard to find a reason to grin, so next time you're here, the voice in the wind or bump in the night just remember it might just be a friend that is out of your sight.
Loki RamseyPublished 6 years ago in Poets