performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Tomorrow
I look upon today with joy. What will come? What we’ll see? What is our destiny? The morning sunshine, As soft as feathers on a mother hen.
Maya FeuersteinPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRunning Away Free
ANOTHER NIGHT in her skin, emotions floated through the wind. In the corner of her blue eyes everything became a blur. The building ahead of her was no more a structure but a heavy cloud. Facing forward she began to sprint. Legs opening wide, the shoes her feet wore began pounding heavily across the ground causing puddles of tears slashing up her legs. Her pace quickened more until the cold air bit her lungs but the adrenaline coursing through her veins forced her to push further. The harder she pushed the more her legs began to weaken. Screaming bursted out her lungs for that was the only weapon allowed. As her run became longer than it should have, what she imagined was sweat rolling down her face was instead tears rolling down her cheeks. Right now the soles of her shoes were tearing off, disappearing behind her but she was summiting her all to running...away...free.
T.J. FloresPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAlone
Alone by Eric Trules i live alone it's taken me five years to fill up the closet since my girlfriend moved out that many years ago
Eric TrulesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFish Tank
When I felt him slowly squeezing the life out of me with his words, I thought I could change him But when he was squeezing the life out of me
Roulette WeekendPublished 6 years ago in PoetsChivalry Is Not Dead in the Men's Room
I’ve heard the Rules of Men in Men’s Rooms Don’t Make Eye Contact Don’t Use the Urinal Directly Next to Another Man And For God’s Sake,
Roulette WeekendPublished 6 years ago in PoetsZachary Song
I see the red in your eyes, With drama, surprise Can you catch me??? Sometimes I feel so alone like the world will unfold,
Susan BrotmanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRunning Away
He ran away. Away to a new life. The life he was living was no longer suitable. It never brought him happiness. It never brought him a pinch of pleasurable pain. Just a sadness. The people around him were so happy. Some were just content with the life they lived. Not him he needed more. He needed to know what happiness felt like. At least for one day.
MyCrown MyWorldPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWarrior/Worrier
Put on your best warrior costume. It’s time to lie. Alone in the dark. Shun out the light. Standing strong to fake a smile,
Dekker ChristopherPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMay I?
Hey. what are you up for today? The movies? No? How about the mall? No? To the Zoo then? You're not in the mood? Then what is your mood today?
Emmitt DiazPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBorderline
Slumber. I long for the sweet, sweet slumber where dreams and darkness collide. Too fast. Too fast. fast fast The moving train trying to be caught,
Dekker ChristopherPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Pain
The pain, I fucking hate you! You bother me every night and everyday. I have to face you in every way. Seeing you bothers the shit out of me, dealing with your bullshit bothers the shit out of me. I hate that I can’t get rid of you, you are a part of me. I can’t get rid of you... why don’t you just go away. Take a fucking hint and fucking leave. Why won’t you just go away already... I try not to complain, I try not to cry, out of anger a tear falls. I hate arguing. I can’t live without you. As much as I hate you, you hold me up. You got my back no matter what... I still fucking hate you. You can never make up your damn mind, hurt me or don’t... but you always have my back.
Aleszandra TellezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWaves
Rumble! Crash! Splash! Splash! Rumble! Crash! High tide roars, Over the rough and jagged shoreline. Up ahead; The irenic, hushed beach;
Alexis OlsonPublished 6 years ago in Poets