performance poetry

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

In It to Win It
In It to Win It She lit a cigarette and smiled cards on the table her car in the pot eyes fixed on the one at the head the boss with the gold watch
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Killing Games
The Killing Games It began with laughter in the dark a sound that cut through the air like glass shadows stretching too long on the ground
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Living Alone
Living Alone These are the things I can do because I am living all alone no one to answer to but me no noise to break the quiet room
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Locksmith Legend
The Locksmith Legend They said he carried the keys of night a ring so heavy it bent his hand each one cold with a different tale
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Twixt & Tween Seems Mean
The Challenge: All Night Long - This challenge asks you to create a story or poem that spans a whole night. What happens? How do you make it through to dawn? But here’s the twist: you must not use the words “light”, “day”, “night” nor “dark”.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Stranger Who Looked Twice
The Stranger Who Looked Twice He passed me once his gaze sliding like rain on glass fast enough to vanish yet warm enough to notice
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Stones Of Autumn
Introduction This is my fifty-eighth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. My friend Cherri's daughter is called Autumn, so this is for her as well.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Knocked Twice
The Man Who Knocked Twice They said a man once lived alone in the house at the end of the lane. A locksmith by trade, though not the kind who worked for neighbours.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Cost Of Good Intentions
In halls of light where virtue grows, Intentions bloom like bright red rose, Yet buried deep beneath their shade, Lie seeds of cost we never weighed.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Why Do My Tears Not Freeze
Why Do My Tears Not Freeze Outside the world is cold and hard the wind cuts sharp against the skin ice forms on windowpanes and roads
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A trilogy of Decastich Love Poems
If Only ….Too Shy To Tell (#1) Image generated by author in NightCafe_2025 If I told you that I loved you, You’d probably start to cry,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets