performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Dogs Don’t Care When They Fart
The other night I was sitting on my couch watching TV. My two little dogs were sitting beside me. I don't know who it was, or whether it was both of them, but she/they let rip a silent but deadly fart. They are normally not too bad, but this brought tears to my eyes. After about 15 minutes, another one!
By Calvin London18 days ago in Poets
STUCK BETWEEN MY THOUGHTS
STUCK BETWEEN MY THOUGHTS I tried to speak, but my tongue just froze, I tried to breathe, couldn’t feel my nose, The thoughts in my head were swirling like wind, I couldn’t find where to even begin. The words were there, but they wouldn’t come out, They tangled themselves in a whirlwind of doubt, And everything I wanted to say, Seemed to gather its thoughts and run away.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
Loud Thunder
The clouds convene with thunderous delight, Their voices clash in wild electric flight. The earth beneath trembles, awake from sleep, Each crack and boom a promise it will keep; A symphony of nature's fierce embrace, Resounding loud across the open space. Raindrops leap like dancers on the stage, Their rhythm strikes like words upon a page; The air alive with stories yet untold, In every note—a memory unfolds. Children laugh as lightning paints the sky, Their joy erupts as if to dare the high; While lovers stand together hand in hand, And share their secrets loud across the land. So let us raise our voices to this sound, For in its roar our lost hearts may be found; With every storm that shakes our weary bones, We learn to find our strength within these tones.
By Forest Green20 days ago in Poets
A Blast of Days
In laughter's bloom, where sunlight spills, We danced like leaves on gentle hills, Through seasons bright, we chased the dawn, Each moment stitched; a fabric drawn. With every joke and playful tease, We painted joy upon the breeze, A canvas rich with vibrant hues, In friendship's art, we found our muse. From whispered dreams beneath the stars, To midnight talks of hopes and scars, We wove our stories, thread by thread, In every word that we had said. The echoes of your laughter ring, A melody that makes me sing; It has been a blast—these days with you— A treasure chest of memories true. So here's to us and all we've shared, The joyful times when none were spared; Though paths may twist and time may fly, In heart’s embrace is where we'll lie.
By Forest Green20 days ago in Poets
