performance poetry

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

January Pain
The bike is a Trojan horse Filled with often unexpected pain. Do I need a refresher course Or am I ready to ride again? The running machine is an old court jester.
By Tom Cartledge9 years ago in Poets
Orange
When I was 14 I met him Not quite as tall back then But I was just the same as now He had curly brown hair that he slicked into place
By Quinn Romero9 years ago in Poets
IOU
His large hands dig into my hip bones, Strong, stubborn, securing me down as if I was His prey. Why do I even feel this fragile in His touch?
By Bel Rudd9 years ago in Poets
Tipheret
These words are not for you So much of me has been done for an audience lately and this notebook is a calculated effort to stop that in my writing.
By Jayce-Jaquee Pezzelle9 years ago in Poets
Angel (Song)
(Instrumental) (Chorus) If feels like you're slowly slipping away when did our lives change know we're Sufferin... slowly losin our minds, it's killin me
By Kay M9 years ago in Poets
Flesh to Feed
You see her, the beautiful woman, sitting on a bench in the mall. She’s hips and angles to be sure, tiny and full at once. Her lips pout at anyone
By Julianne Berokoff9 years ago in Poets
Fealty
I'm like a Father I'm the head of the house Cheif of the tribe I'm a holy mystic A glowing shaman I expand worlds when I give secret books
By Duanyell Williams9 years ago in Poets
Peace in Our Time
Can we find peace? In our lifetime. Can love make a difference? Be a lifeline. To a new world, A world of harmony. For everywhere I turn
By Sonia Martin9 years ago in Poets
Spoken Word #5
The internet can connect us more than ever in this technological era. Or distance us. Whatever comes first. For example, you can't talk to someone a thousand miles away face-to-face.
By Summer Orban9 years ago in Poets
Spoken Word #4
I don't see them everywhere, mostly just in cities. Pedestrians. That group of friends eating on the outdoor patio, the coupling window shopping that thrift store; those people.
By Summer Orban9 years ago in Poets
Spoken Word #3
It's not a picture or video, so it's not really porn. What you're doing isn't wrong, you're just getting prepared for marriage.
By Summer Orban9 years ago in Poets
Spoken Word #2
I remember that day clearly. The night before I slept in the nurses' office so I could stay later on to see the concert. Mom was gonna bring me some clothes later, but in the meantime, I wore what the nurse gave me; black shorts and a red hoodie over a green tee.
By Summer Orban9 years ago in Poets