performance poetry

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

The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
Flames and Shadows
Flames and Shadows red candles burn, in a heavy room, their glow shaking, like they know my name. the mirror behind them,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Self-Portrait in Cliché
I wear my shame like a cliché around my neck I hold aloft my desire like a forced metaphor My time spent wallowing in the, no not mire
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
Before Midnight Fell
Before Midnight Fell I walked the narrow path, feeling the world fall still, as midnight gathered, and whispered my fate.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Planted
It starts with a seed and some good, fertile ground, A family and a home, anywhere they are found. * The sunshine is morals and habits to guide,
By Julie Lacksonen11 months ago in Poets
Hidden Flame
Hidden Flame Your name still lingers, soft as a warm trace, pulling me backwards, through all we shared. Our nights stayed locked,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Aura Afire
My thoughts are the architects of my reality, building fires to paradise - It crafts flaming corridors to chaos. Within my mind lies the power to ascend to bliss
By Antoni De'Leon11 months ago in Poets
The Man From Laramar
The Man From Laramar He came from nowhere, a man without footsteps, eyes like forgotten stories, hands that hid the truth.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Christmas Love
Christmas Love I held your hand by the fire’s glow, the tree stood bright, outside, the snow fell slow. Your eyes caught mine,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Tomorrow Is the Darkest Night
Tomorrow Is the Darkest Night Tomorrow waits quiet, a shadow on the sky, a strange cold whisper, that knows who I am. I feel it rising,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Yesterday’s World
Yesterday’s World Yesterday was slow, a place that breathed pain, old rooms holding silence, memories calling my name. I walked those halls,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The Rats Keep Score. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Behold the man deserving of sackcloth Whose modesty, façade is stripped bare Picked apart by the rats and the moth ~ He who hides in shadows from wroth
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets