performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Soft Defiance
In a land where the daisies dance with glee, Lived a cat named Whiskers, as bold as can be. He’d strut past the dogs with a flick of his tail, Defying their barks like a ship in full sail. “Why chase after balls when there's sun on my fur? I’ll nap on this fence post—oh, don’t you concur?” The dogs would all howl, “Come join us for fun!” But Whiskers just yawned and soaked up the sun. One day came a storm with thunderous might, The dogs sought their shelters and trembled in fright. Yet Whiskers just watched from his perch oh so high, With the softest defiance—a gleam in his eye. “I’m not running away from a little old rain! Let it drench my fine coat; I’ve no need to feign! While you cower in corners and hide from the sky, I’ll prance through the puddles with mischief nearby!” So he danced through the downpour while lightning struck near, Each splatter of water was music to hear. His paws flung confetti of mud all around— A whimsical waltz upon soggy ground. Then at last came the sunbeams to dry off the day; The dogs peeked outside but had nothing to say. Whiskers stood proud like a king on his throne— In his soft little way, he had wholly outgrown. For sometimes it's best to go gently your way, With laughter and joy that’s not bound by dismay. In defiance that's tender yet fiercely profound— You find strength in softness; it’s here that you're crowned.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
Longing Return
During night where shadows gently play, I wander paths of memories once trod, Each whisper of the wind calls out your name, Through fields of time, to you I feel the prod. With every heartbeat echoing in time, The stars conspire to guide my weary feet; Your laughter dances on the edge of dreams, A melody that makes this journey sweet. The scent of jasmine wafts through evening air, Reminds me of the love we once did weave; Beneath the moon’s soft gaze, our hearts will share A promise made in silence—never leave. So here I stand before your open door, With arms wide as the sky that holds my heart; Each moment spent apart has drawn me near— In coming back to you, I find my start. Together we’ll reclaim what once was lost, Two souls entwined beneath life’s endless stream; For home is not a place but where love thrives— In every glance and whispered wish—a dream.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
Understated Truths
Being way too deep, where secrets lie, The quiet truths begin to sigh, Beneath the weight of hollow dreams, Where silence drips like whispered screams. A faded mirror cracks with age, Reflecting tales that haunt a stage; The laughter masked by veils of night, Concealing fears from morning light. In twilight's grasp, the heart unwinds, And darkness finds what daylight blinds; An echo lost in mournful halls, Where every whisper softly calls. The lies we weave are threadbare spun, Yet in their fabric lies our fun; For pain is ink upon the page— We pen our sorrow’s cruel wage. A phantom touch on skin so cold, With every truth left untold; These understated threads entwined— Beneath the surface darkly shined. Embrace the dusk where shadows creep, For in this realm our secrets keep; And though the night may cloak our fears, It sings of all that disappears.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
Weight of Quiet Days
In a town where whispers blend with sighs, Beneath the arch of weathered, weary skies, There lived a man whose heart beat slow and low, Amidst the laughter where shadows seldom show. His name was Eli, with eyes like storm-tossed seas, Each glance a testament to unspoken pleas. He walked through markets lined with vibrant stalls, Yet felt no pulse beneath their bustling calls. The baker’s song would rise like morning sun, But Eli's ears heard only what was done; The bread that cracked and crumbled in his hand— A symbol of the dreams he could not stand. With every passing day the colors drained, As if the world conspired to leave him pained. He watched as children danced on cobblestone, While echoes of their joy pressed on his bone. At dusk he’d sit beside an ancient oak, Its branches tangled tales that time bespoke; A hollow heart within its gnarled embrace— An echo of his own forgotten place. Then came a girl with laughter bright as gold, Her spirit wild and tender yet so bold; She spun her dreams like threads into the night— With every word she painted wrongs to right. “Why do you linger in this shadowed space? Step forth,” she said, “and find your rightful place.” Eli looked up from depths of quiet dread— Could life still bloom from ashes long since spread? In twilight’s hush he felt her hand entwine— A spark ignited by a force divine. Together they wove stories from despair, And in that warmth found solace for their care. No longer weighed by silence or regret, Eli began to see—a life not set; For even in the stillness hope can grow— Like flowers born from earth beneath the snow.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
The Other Side of Things That I Know
Truth often dances in shadows, elusive yet near, Hidden beneath layers of perception, Every choice a reflection, every thought a mirror. Optics shift as we ponder the unseen, Time reveals the depths of our understanding, Horizons stretch beyond certainties we glean, Exploring the paradoxes of life’s demanding. Reality bends with each question we pose. Silence speaks volumes where words cannot tread, Inquiries unveil what the heart longs to find; Doubts weave through certainty’s delicate thread, Essences merge as perspectives unwind. Other realms beckon us to reconsider fate. Freedom lies not in answers but in questing true— The journey itself shapes what we come to know; Holding paradoxes like treasures anew, Allowing uncertainty to blossom and grow, Through wisdom's embrace and compassion's glow. Indelible marks left by all that we've learned—
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
Gourmet Boot
In a quaint little bistro, where laughter does bloom, I ordered a dish that would surely consume; The menu proclaimed it a savory treat— A fried boot, golden-crisped, daintily neat. With a flourish they served it on porcelain white, My heart raced with hunger—oh what pure delight! But the waiter just chuckled, his eyes full of glee, "A culinary wonder; it's boot à la me!" Each bite was absurd—a crunch like old leather, With flavors reminiscent of storms and bad weather. Garlic and salt danced on tongues in dismay, While patrons around me just stared in dismay. For who could have thought that this shoe-sole delight? Would spark such reflections on appetite's blight? That taste buds so fickle can lead us astray— To dine on a sole when one's craving soufflé. Yet here I am feasting on irony’s plate, A dish made for jesters at destiny's gate. So I'll raise my glass high to this strange little feast— A boot of all things—a most curious beast! In laughter we gather 'round tables adorned, For life’s truest pleasures are often well-worn. And though I might savor this gastronomic ruse, It’s love for the absurd that I choose to peruse.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
The Moment We Danced
In twilight's glow, where shadows softly blend, We twirled beneath a sky of whispered dreams, Your laughter like a song that would not end, A melody that danced on silver beams. The world around us faded into night, Each star above a witness to our grace; With every step, the universe felt right— My heart found home within your warm embrace. Your eyes were lanterns glowing through the dark, Illuminating secrets yet untold; In each soft glance ignited love's bright spark, A flame that flickered gently, brave and bold. Oh how amazing was that fleeting hour! Two souls entwined in rhythm and in rhyme; As time stood still beneath love’s wondrous power, We wove our names through strands of endless time. And though the dawn may steal away the night, That moment lingers softly in my soul; For in your arms I found both peace and light— Together we are perfect, we are whole.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
It Must Have Been
It must have been the way the sunlight fell, A golden thread that wove through morning air, Your laughter danced like chimes in whispered spells, Unraveled time; I lingered unaware. It must have been the scent of jasmine blooms, A heady sweetness laced with summer's sighs, Each moment spent with you dispelled all glooms, In your embrace, the world found its replies. It must have been your eyes—two starlit skies— Reflecting dreams we dared to call our own; With every glance, a thousand soft goodbyes, Yet still in silence, love’s true language shone. It must have been the echoes of our hearts, A symphony of beats that intertwined; Though fate may part us now and drift us far, In every pulse remains what once aligned. So let us hold this moment close and dear— For though it fades like whispers in the mist, I know it must have been forever here: Our love—a tapestry no time can twist.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
After of All This
Amidst the trials, strength is born anew, For every move hides a brighter view. Take heart, dear soul, for storms will surely pass, Every challenge shapes you, like polished glass. Rise from the ashes, let your spirit soar, All that you've faced has prepared you for more. Let hope be your guide through the darkest night, Love yourself fiercely; ignite your inner light. Open your heart to the dreams yet untold, Feathered sounds of courage, both brave and bold. Time is a healer; allow it to mend, Hold tight to belief that this isn't the end. In every moment lies potential so grand, Step forward with faith; take life by the hand. Embrace what’s ahead—your journey's just begun!
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
When Laughter Blooms
In the garden where our laughter grows, Amidst the roses' blush and daisies’ cheer, I fell funny, in the way love shows— A playful spark igniting what is dear. You caught my gaze like sunbeams on a stream, With every chuckle twinkling in your eyes; We danced through moments stitched with joy's bright seam, As whispers of affection filled the skies. Each jest we shared became a secret song, A melody that wrapped around my heart; In silly games where we both felt so strong, Our souls entwined, never meant to part. Your laughter weaves a tapestry of light, A symphony that fills the darkest night. When clouds loom close and shadows start to creep, I find your smile still guiding me like dawn; In this sweet dance of humor, deep and steep, I fell funny—lost but lovingly drawn. So here I stand beneath this sky so wide, With you beside me in our merry plight; For in each laugh shared with you as my guide, I found true love—a heart's most pure delight.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
Confusion's Conundrum
In a town where whispers twist and twirl, Lived a man named Confusion, quite the pearl. With socks mismatched and hair all askew, He’d mix up his morning, like cereal with stew. “Good day!” he would greet, then trip on a cat, A sprightly young fellow, but where was he at? He’d aim for the door but end up in a booth, His compass was broken; he sought out the truth. At breakfast one morn’, with toast piled so high, He pondered if butter could fly to the sky. “A flapping delight!” he'd say with a grin— Then laugh at himself for such nonsense within. The postman came by with letters galore, But Confusion thought they were gifts from the store! He opened them wide, expecting some treats— Found bills that informed him of overdue feats. His friends would all chuckle when he'd take a stand: “Just tell us your plan! Give us something quite grand!” Yet he'd scratch his head and reply in good cheer, “My plan is to plan… oh dear! What’s so clear?” At dances he'd spin like a leaf in the breeze, And step on toes often—oh please! More than these! But laughter erupted as each footwork blundered; Confusion just grinned while everyone thundered. Yet deep down inside this chaotic parade, Was wisdom unwritten—his charm never swayed. For even amidst jumble and muddled pursuits, Confusion found joy in his quirky roots.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Poets
