performance poetry

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

Someone's walking over my grave
In the dead of night... I walk alone, content... caring not where I tread or tramp Darkness, my best friend, companion in silent commune
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Poets
The Song of the Forsaken Poet
The Song of the Forsaken Poet I wrote in quiet, Love in each line Words reached out, Heart open wide Joy marked the start, Warm and bright
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Writers, Artists, and Musicians Just Make Noise
Writers write, Artists paint And musicians just make noise Each and every one of them Are just following their dream. A writer writes a story
By Calvin London12 months ago in Poets
Haunted Mannequin's
Haunted Mannequins They stand so still, faces turned to the light, eyes that never blink, shadows caught in their stare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Spirals Downhill
It all starts with the mistaken belief (sorry Hank, but not that much) that anyone wants to read anything I write. The spirals downhill from there.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Everlong
Everlong Everlong you wait for me as I play hide and seek from the truth of your Love Oh I show up when it benefits me and the nights are cold and scary and I am trapped in some Foxhole hole fighting a war I Will most likely never win but most likely started
By David Thomas12 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Cycle (Poetry)
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast12 months ago in Poets
I should have been a lighthouse keeper
I should have been a lighthouse keeper With the solitary life I lead Helping sailors to take heed I should have been a lighthouse keeper
By Calvin London12 months ago in Poets
The Green Man
The Green Man He watched the woods Leaves in his beard Eyes deep with age Calm in his breath Branches curled round him
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Dark Light
Dark Light Dark light calling Shadows leaning in Your breath near mine Heat rising slow You teased the dark Pulled me closer
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Winter's Scout. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
There's a moment where the air starts to crisp. It's after the mists have risen from saturating the land. Colour vacations somewhere else,
By Rachel Deeming12 months ago in Poets
Remembrance Day
Remembrance Day Guns tore the air, yet they crawled on, souls bruised by thunder, faces set like stone. Mud clutched their boots,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets