performance poetry

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

Why Did The Colours Run
Why Did The Colours Run I washed the day with careful hands, believing what was bright would stay, reds and blues held their own names,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
London UK In Smog
London UK In Smog London wakes beneath the smog, a city breathing through grey. History clinging to every brick, as buses roar past each day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Evidence Everywhere
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us
Do Angels Walk Amongst Us Do angels walk amongst us, blending into crowds without a sound. No wings to give them away, no light spilling onto the ground.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Come On In
a gentle camp fire ne'er burnt nor crisped the frogs better boiled besides
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Poets
Silence in the Journey
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
S.I.L.E.N.C.E...Please!. Honorable Mention in Public Announcement Challenge. Top Story - January 2026.
This is a proclamation disguised in fury, do not be fooled by its beauty. Worship it as a warning disguised as prayer...an announcement dripping with impassioned, vehement ire.
By Novel Allen10 months ago in Poets
One Wick Remains
Whistling winds whipping, Beneath cold clear starry skies. One wick remains lit.
By Liam Storm10 months ago in Poets
The Red Queen
Power, elegance. The Red Queen sows seeds of flame, Amid icy seas.
By Liam Storm10 months ago in Poets
God told me(spoken over funky things part 1 and 2-Larry Ellis and the Black Hammer
I pray to receive abundant wealth of things that money can’t buy I have a lot left in the tank And that is a blessing I have much to accomplish before I die
By Nathaniel Terrell10 months ago in Poets
The Miller And The Mice
The Miller And The Mice The miller worked where the river groaned, With stones that screamed when night drew near. His lantern shook with every breath,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Another Year Another Diet
Another Year Another Diet Another year, another diet begins, The calendar turns like it always does. Hope arrives with a clean sharp voice,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets