performance poetry

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

You only miss something when it has gone
You only miss something when it has gone You don’t hear the clock, until it stops and the room feels too still You don’t notice the way
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sweet like Candy
Moon in AriesSweet Like Candy Sweet like candy, Magic moon Candy apple, Name the tune Red as roses, Sweet strawberries,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
Absurd
Eyeless authority, spewing lies of grand design. Refusing resignation… promoting crystalline connections, And high power perfection.
By Caitlyn Wenzelabout a year ago in Poets
The Pond with Deadly Secrets
The Pond with Deadly Secrets The pond that holds deadly secrets sits silent in the night its surface black like spilled ink
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Flower Sword
Who will melt the metal, turn their swords to napkin rings, so we can dine at tables where hope is the only thing served?
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
He drank his beer with childrens straws
He drank his beer with childrens straws like it was nothing strange at all foam clung to the bend he tipped it slow watching the world over the rim
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Writing Through Silence: My Poetic Ritual
In the hush before dawn, when the world forgets to speak, I sit with an empty page, listening to the breath between my thoughts.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
New You
You feel a trembling to your core Forcing you on to do your all Suddenly feeling there must be more That you must strive to be brand new
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Clock That Stopped
The Clock That Stopped It stopped in the middle of the storm, hands frozen while the windows shook, rain slashing the glass like claws.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A madman
A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman. A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.
By Sleeping Pills about a year ago in Poets
A Silent Voice
A Silent Voice I laid my voice upon the ground where ink once bloomed in every sound the paper waited for my hand but silence claimed what I had planned
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Snakes and Ladders
Snakes and Ladders Snakes and ladders on the board rolling dice, chasing moves some climb up fast, others slip down slow
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets