performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
To Life (So Far)
The world in a complicated time Where we surround ourselves with friends and enemies Where we make mistakes that scar our souls
Raiden StarkPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHow My Life Has Been
🤔 Sit the fuck down while I tell you a story, It's kinda bout somethin with doin some laundry, I did what ever I could to keep them happy,
Melissa GilbertPublished 7 years ago in PoetsClutter
It's happening again. The constant mutter in my mind, the dancing tremble down my spine. The replication and dismantilation of my life, from another point of view. Is it happening again? Did it stop? Or did I stop noticing until now? My mind is shot. My mind is sharp. My mind darts, around a room, around a space I can't seem to place. Maybe it's a memory, a dream, real life? What is real anymore? Am I real? It sounds crazy maybe far-fetched but I question it sometimes. Am I alive? Is this life? Is this the last 10 seconds of my life where I see everything flash by quickly but slow at the same time? Am I a dream? When reality is a thin line you jump rope with, it all bends together into a fucked up sculpture. When a touch in the dark alone feels the same as a touch of the one you call home do you tremble? When the touch in the dark makes you remember the touch within your parts, do you cry? Does it make you die every time the breath lingers on your neck? Can you smell your past? Like a recipe you can't remember do you taste the innocence? Does the rush of first blood salivate at your lips? Can you pull out, like the thread that tames you? Will you remember which side of the line you were on when you get there?
Sara DudleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFollowing Mentor
I am a mentor, Or that is the word that some have used to describe me When all I can think of to describe them is — a friend, human.
Esther ShpilmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMentor
My mentor once told me That I write using too many metaphors And maybe I should just say what I mean. Maybe it was that my mental state
Esther ShpilmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBleak
Silence is the ever wonder of the universe Many feel to fill it with white noise That they think they are different! But where is the difference in people?
Lauren JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTomKatLuna
You were special-Ed, You made my world go Slow-Mo, But you were too afraid to be a homo. Now I see you drinking henny, fucking with a bitch called Jenny, she from the block, knees scratched from the rocks.
Dani PeñaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Dance
I swing and sway across the floor with my tall pointe shoes I stretch between my legs like long pointy toothpicks but till the end of the day I Dance
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAn Explanation
i never know how to explain the concept of broken homes to people who have never experienced them. how do you explain that there are cracks in windows that
Sydney HayonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStrangers
It started with a friendship, though I knew you before that. We shared a couple classes and the best crew to be had. We were partners in crime the first time sophomore year, the fact I could depend on you made my worries disappear, always there, if I needed a hand or an ear, and you were safe to tease you would laugh without care. I never saw you as obtainable so I ruled myself out as an option watching girl after girl leave a scar with their actions. I wished to take away your pain, but I knew, there was nothing that I could do. The first time you said you loved me, I was fast asleep, I thought I'd imagined it in my hazy deep. But even then, I wished it was true, a secret hidden beneath my own view. Sadness confused me when you found someone new, with my same name even, that hurt a bit too. I found myself foolish to hope you'd be mine, so I moved on trying to quiet my mind. I succeeded too well and found some relief, but when you told me you'd fallen, I couldn't believe. Feelings resurfaced, I was so overwhelmed. Timing was terrible, I denied what I felt. You told me you tried to steal my heart, not realizing you already owned a part. Questions and statements trapped by clenched teeth, words and feelings I'm too scared to unleash. I love you, you said, so many times, and each and every one of them I asked you why? Because I couldn't just accept it, I'd done that before, and you were giving me mixed signals galore. I've seen the hatred for me enter other eyes, and I can't do that to you, could I even try? I tried to be everything but the promise you couldn't keep, being a new notch in your belt would only make me weep. So I warned myself not to get too attached, to take your sweet nothings like a grain of sand. You painted a dream, of you and me, against the world, one heck of a team. And it finally seemed possible, we set out to achieve, but slowly I sensed the illusion you'd weaved. It wasn't on purpose, or what you intended, but plans changed and that dream evaporated. I could feel you slipping away. I didn't know what to do, but I wanted you to stay. I didn't want to be selfish, but maybe I should've been, so the loss I prematurely felt wouldn't have happened. I almost expected... but I didn't, when you left. I love you, you said, and I bristled with lament but you said you should still say it if that's what you meant. Confusion seized me I felt like a traitor, a crumpled piece of paper. Haunted and aching in familiar pain, for all my worrying I suffer in vain. I watched you steadily fade from view. I live with the fact that's my fault too. But I can still give you a little of the blame, you never told me you'd replaced my name. And still, you continue to give me hope, binding me to you without any rope. You defined the relationship clear and fast, but just friends don't look at each other like that. So when people ask me if I know you, I respond with I used to. Because you asked me why I couldn't love a stranger, and I said... I do.
Kayla HauerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThanks
You're cute as a button And sweet as candy As a friend You are just dandy. I want to thank you For all that you do; Honestly for just being you.
Tina MorsePublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Angel
To my little princess As precious as can be Please know that I love you And I hope that you're happy. I know in heaven I'll see you
Tina MorsePublished 7 years ago in Poets