performance poetry

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

Mid-Breath, Mid-Fall
not exactly, I say all the stars are out tonight, this August night ~ with all the enthusiasm of an overly fraught— we wait with baited breath
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
A Little Hungry Mouse
A Little Hungry Mouse I left a stack of cheese last night a treasure waiting in the quiet a little mouse came soft and small
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Anatomy of a Broken Promise
The Anatomy of a Broken Promise A broken promise is not just an absence of action; it is a body with bones, nerves, and scars. If you lay it on a table and dissect it carefully, you will find each organ still pulsing with betrayal, each vein still carrying the weight of words once spoken but never kept.
By Aariz ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The summer field on fire
The summer field on fire It was nothing but a cigarette butt tossed careless into summer grass a spark that curled in silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Wildfire Whispers
A breath, a spark, a whispered sigh, Beneath a fierce and copper sky. The tinder-dry and brittle grass Awaiting for the heat to pass,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting for Mummy
Waiting for Mummy He waits in the garden all alone paws pressed soft upon the grass eyes fixed high where clouds drift by
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You two? No not you, yes you two
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Devils Poet
The Devils Poet The poem sat breathing on the desk its letters swelled with blood a red rose dripped across the page its roots drank smoke and mud
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
CUT/ OFF
Care, okay? I do. Too tired, To move on. Step is a nightmare, Finishing what has been done. Are exhausted, Keep them open for long.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
Broken Dreams
We are out here chasing the dream What dream you ask the American dream But not everything we see is what is seems Especially for those who look like me
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
The Dress of Living Light
The Dress of Living Light She walks where shadows linger long yet every step becomes a song her gown a blaze of petal flame
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Ode To The Last Light
Not the first, the brilliant, blinding spear That gilds the mountain, sets the world aflame, And shouts its golden victory to the ear
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets