performance poetry

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

The Weaver's Thread
The Weaver's Thread Stitching a Future from the Past Image Prompt: A skilled weaver working at a loom by candlelight, intricate patterns of gold and silver threads glowing softly against a backdrop of a starry night, symbolizing creativity, heritage, and resilience.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
"Vanish into Light"
Don't fade into the shadows. Don't let your light be extinguished. Don't whisper your name. Don't hide your voice. Step into the sun's warm touch.
By M.Changerabout a year ago in Poets
Last Chick
Last chick I had, I ghosted her Not cause I found someone else Cause along the way I lost myself Tried to have patience and keep my breath
By K. Exumabout a year ago in Poets
Blackpool Beach Flies
Blackpool Beach Flies Sun bakes the sand children scream and run flashes of buckets and spades flies swarm like tiny black clouds
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Falling from Grace
Falling from Grace I once walked proud with my head held high my words were silk my heart was steady the world bowed kindly as I passed by
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Stone Altars
Not raised by hand, but claimed by ancient will, Where bedrock thrust a shoulder to the sky, Or glacial drift left monoliths stock-still
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Cautionary Tale in a Guitar Strap
congrats on turning my type into a red flag i see you now and can’t believe i ever bragged about knowing you, about loving you —
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Bush Fires
Bush Fires The air tastes sharp with heat wind drives sparks like angry bees grass curls and blackens trees groan as if their hearts are breaking
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Crayon My World
Crayon My World Crayon my world a rainbow bright each shade a promise in plain sight the red of mornings warm and true gold that spills as day breaks through
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Swimming with Sharks
Swimming with Sharks The sea is not real its waves built from whispers and old lies yet I swim there anyway pulling the cold through my fingers,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Weeds Disguised as Roses. Top Story - August 2025.
Weeds Disguised as Roses Burning eyes scorch my soul, whispering stories of worlds untold. Your eyes burn into mine like fire,
By Sabrina Taylor-Smithabout a year ago in Poets
When the Ink is Mine
When the Ink is Mine I set my voice upon the page where ink remembers every age the paper waited still for me to shape the words that needed free
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets