performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Sisterhood
The clenching of a fist unheard rumors whispered that one over there, be careful as women always had, warning, tending, tender
Siri SandquistPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLiving in a World We Can't Afford
Living in a world we can't afford Year round struggling to make ends meet So limited as we reach to be more We try and we try
Gabby JuradoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBirthday
I You were born, I recall, on the same day that snow melted, and blossoms bloomed. My heart burst for you. Your glowing cheeks,
Jess GoodePublished 7 years ago in PoetsShe Said
She said one day, a blind man will save me, everyone just shook their heads, she said, one day, I’ll risk my life to save you,
Emily FreyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Song
You’re with friends, the music shuffles to your favorite song You’re loudest when it comes to singing along, And you know you’ll never get the words wrong,
Maranda MartinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMyself Unto You
I came to notice a tiny scar on the inside of your thigh A freckle of the past, waiting to tell its story I listened closely, secrets carousing through the canal
Curtis WoodcockPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Beginning
I am Sheija of the Binshaban clan. Born in the world of different/mixed cultures. I am a descendant of Victor who is known for his great cat fishing.
Sheija BinshabanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken Heart
I cried a silent cry, With no one to hear my voice, Tears flowed down my cheek like a waterfall, I let no sound to be heard,
'Oh My God, Did You Hear?'
"Oh my God, did you hear who she's 'fallen in love with' this year? Her next victim on her rampage of infatuation. Her desperation for the first guy that knows her name. But when she gets hurt, it's him to blame. Because to her, it's all just a big game. How is she not ashamed?"
Faceless InsiderPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Conversation with My Sister, About What to Write Next...
Talk about how you starved yourself and threw mother's lunchboxes away, talk about how one compliment would be all the food you'd need
abigail josé,Published 7 years ago in PoetsThe Pile
I go with the best intentions to face my pile Knowing the woman that tore this cotton I dread feeling the dirt she made upon it
Jacqueline WallacePublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnxiety
Knock knock Who’s there? Anxiety Anxiety? Yes, I’m here to take over your life Until the day you die Meaning I’ll be here every day along side of you
mornee robinsonPublished 7 years ago in Poets