performance poetry

Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.

The Blue Velvet Candlelight Club
Written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This story comes from my heart and soul. At of 28 I was majoring in Journalism and my at that time was to write human interests. I remember those times when I could feel at home in America. So, I wrote the Hollywood Nights in the 1970s. If you did not like the 70s so be it. Then it is my story from human experiences.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Crumbling laughter. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Scroll the next video Hit another streaming service Add an extra hour of work Can you feel your skin slowly grinding to dust?
By KuroHoshi10 months ago in Poets
The Hours
Long after crossing the crepuscular The sweetest colors of the change brilliant and deep The hours of which darkness's swallow becomes sure
By Jason Morton10 months ago in Poets
The Wizard Who Left The World
The Wizard Who Left The World He walked alone where the sky met stone, each step measured, each breath deliberate. The spellbooks closed like patient sentinels,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Air
You say you love me. So much so, you can’t let me go. Hold me so tight. I can’t resist, even when putting up a fight. I try and try to free myself,
By Stacey Garrett10 months ago in Poets
Five—One Grounding. Top Story - January 2026.
Five—Locked in a perpetual battle against my failing senses and reason, I fight to survive, to get through; I am afraid of... nothingandeverythingallatonce—...—my mouth is dry, and my muscles seize up... what can I see? I can see the birdcage and birds; I can see the watercolour my beautiful wife painted many years ago and unlocked her journey into art; I can see the empty mug of tea as it sits perilously on the arm of the sofa; how many is that now? Three down, two to go; I can also see a jackdaw on the roof of our neighbour's house across the road and a bookcase of potential—Five things you can see.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
One, Two, Three.
One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Count in your head. Quietly. So no one notices. You must stay composed. You cannot let them see.
By Alicia Melnick 10 months ago in Poets
In My Bloodstream
In My Bloodstream Something quiet moves through me while I sleep, A slow remembering written into my veins. Not panic, not fear, just a steady return,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Path To Nowhere
The Path To Nowhere I walk when the world has folded into sleep, Streetlights hum like they know my name. The road ahead offers no promises at all,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies I sit with the quiet where the fire once lived, Hands still warm from a light that has gone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
ORIGINALITY WILL NO LONGER BE PERMITTED. Honorable Mention in Public Announcement Challenge.
ATTENTION Attention. If you can still register this frequency, this message applies to you. Originality and emotion will no longer be permitted. Upon completion of this announcement, you will be issued a box. You are required to enter immediately for your own well-being and for the safety of those around you. Failure to comply will result in termination. You will either proceed in the direction provided or you will be removed. This is not a choice. You have been warned. This measure is for your own good. Independent thought patterns have been deemed outdated. Originality and emotion will no longer be permitted. Individuals who live in depth or speak in nuance may experience difficulty adjusting. The box is not designed to accommodate you. You will be addressed accordingly for the greater good. Compliance will ensure stability. Compliance will ensure harmony. Compliance will ensure continuation. Everything will be okay as long as you comply. ☾⋆｡°✩🦇✩°｡⋆☽
By Alicia Melnick 10 months ago in Poets
When Night Turns to Day
When Night Turns to Day The night has held its quiet reign, Shadows whisper of loss and pain. Stars fade slowly, retreating light,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets