performance poetry

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

Autumn Girl 🍁
Change is Destiny Growth is Development Success is Purpose 🍁🍂🎃🦃🥧🦉🍁🍂
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a month ago in Poets
Weasels
Is it true that life is what it is? Is it true that this is all we get? Backstabbing and backscratching in hallways and between the cabinets
By Mo Darasiabout a month ago in Poets
Marionette
My weakened legs, from having been strung up by the duplicit puppet master king-- His Majesty was done with me. Strings? Cut,
By Sara Wynnabout a month ago in Poets
THE HAUNTED ELECTRIC CHAIR
THE HAUNTED ELECTRIC CHAIR They kept the old electric chair In a prison long shut down, Where broken windows faced the yard On the edge of a forgotten town.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE NIGHT THE ALIENS TOOK ME
THE NIGHT THE ALIENS TOOK ME A spaceship beamed a silver light And landed in the snow, Then little creatures wandered out From where, I didn’t know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Seven Heaven: The Rainbow Mindful Mediation Beats 🟣 🟣 🟣 🟣 🟣 🟣
🟣 Mindful Matrix Mantra Music feeling different breathing hearing new sound patterns acting like key body codes unlocking emo-ego-physico attributes hugging each chakra center allowing our breath awakening more than moods… shifting our mindsets and opening the third eye ...
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayneabout a month ago in Poets
HEAD FOR THE GATE
HEAD FOR THE GATE Old England wasn’t gentle in those dark and distant years, when punishment was public and nobody hid their fears. You bowed before the soldiers, you listened to the state, or one day you might find yourself displayed upon a gate.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY I was only fifteen when I thought that I knew love, too young to see the warning signs, too young to know enough. I believed him when he told me I was everything he’d need, and when you’re fifteen and in love, your heart is easy to mislead.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
TROUBLE’S NOT MY NAME
TROUBLE’S NOT MY NAME They pinned the name of Trouble, Upon my winter coat, Then blamed me for the cruel words, That stuck inside my throat.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
How I Raised the Dead
I was circling because I smelled something fresh-- and then, I saw it lying in the ditch; something had destroyed it, and all that was left were bits of torn carnage, and I picked and pecked and devoured the flesh. Yes, I always swoop in when I smell a death. - Blowflies hummed in the darkness upon my swift descent; pungent were the frenzied maggots, sweet the ripened season's zest. Glimmers from the gloomy crescent glittered silver still duress; bones laid bare in the garden, red the flowers painted carcass. - Harken, hell-bent brethren to how I raised the dead-- having trailed exsanguinated innards o'er vacant heads!
By Sara Wynnabout a month ago in Poets
Walking in water
My Dream Haiku Walking in water The waves lapping at my feet A poets true dream
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE BOXER
THE BOXER From the time that he was just a boy, He loved the boxing ring and bell, The roar that sent the fighters out, The stories every contest could tell.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets