performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Stranger Still
Somewhere around the forest There’s a whole ‘nother world Around for us Closer to the gate Closer keep your gait Straight
Vaisa HailePublished 6 years ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2018
D Day
Decorated distractions Doused with decadence and despair Dreams of the disconnected Dissipating into thin air Directing the diverse
Mike WaywardPublished 6 years ago in Poets Grown
Oh my gosh what’s going on, life has turned quite weird, I pressed on from the stunting crowd and now I don’t know where I am,
Mario CastelliPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAngry Girlfriend
Missing the obsession of scribbling my own name. Missing to impress myself Missing all the times worrying about me problems
Alicia WrightPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDinner Service
This is all my dirty work flashing lights, blurring wordssweet fake laughs, slurring nerves.I serve you with my smile. This is every hurried swerveEach “behind you”I feel the burn An intimateexchange returnedIn this room, I have ran miles.
Veronica FernandezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPerformance
Whispering truths through his mouthpiece, spiraling out of his saxophone As his face contorts to the beat and the rhymes, lyrics that he has sewn
Andrew SchraderPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTo Find Clara
A lovely horse so lively pure, Of an innocence to so adore, In the nights of riding alone, Through skies of stars so unknown,
Frank KemblePublished 6 years ago in PoetsForget It...
From where did you enter this storyUnder who's authority did you enterCareful what you do say and all elseKindly leave unless you have a death wishOver time and time again you carelessly headlesslyForget to think glance wink or caress me with your eyes or handsFrom this day on it's me and my hands doing the eyeing
Kristopher DanielPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Perfect Park
At the top of her lungs an ear-splitting shout erupts and sends a flock of tree-sitters to scatter among the sky above. The foliage is forced to frolic from side to side as lifeless leaves rain down below.
Incognito .Published 6 years ago in PoetsJanuary 2018
Nothing is as satisfying as creating. I find it so motivating even though it is isolating. I find it so liberating. When I create it feels like my heart will just stop.
Me
There is nothing else to see I've shown you all I've grown to be One and one is never three Just like I'm always truly me
Kimm SmithPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDefinition of Me (Part 3)
Currently living the quarter-life crisis, Yet at a point of enjoyment In it. That is my definition. Slowly learning to go with the flow,
Trey StevensPublished 6 years ago in Poets