performance poetry

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

The Things That I Can't Say Out Loud
The things that I can’t say out loud. But when I look at you it makes me proud. That I pursued you through thick and grey clouds.
By Jasmine Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Halo of Earth”
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Lumen Nescis
They worshipped him, the 'Light bringer' who chased beams across the sky, golden chariot blazing, the harbinger of warmth.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Dine On Swine And Wine
Drink, drink and be Meri Tease the palate with fine wine Drink, drink and be Meri Savor the fruit of the vine Drink, drink and be full of glee Gulp, gulp and swallow even more No more wine, dine now on swine Choke down the meat of pig Force it down, all the way down In your gullet it will sit, and stew This not what you thought Or not what you knew Gluttony be yours, and yours alone The trumpets, calling you home. It’s your judgement all alone Gluttony, gluttony, Gluttony,gluttony (softer) Gluttony, gluttony, (even softer) Gluttony, gluttony, (faint) Gluttony ,(whisper) _-_-_ MgM
By Vinn Blackabout a year ago in Poets
The Boy Who Lost His Shoe
The Boy Who Lost His Shoe He dashed from the house with a comb in his hair One sock on straight, the other mid-air Late for school and halfway fed
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Stuck a Sweet Up Her Nose
The Girl Who Stuck a Sweet Up Her Nose She said it was cherry but we’ll never be sure She jammed it in sideways, a bold little blur
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Pink Sky
The Pink SkY The sky was pink but felt like grey. A laugh got caught and slipped away. The tea went cold. I drank it still.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN. Top Story - July 2025.
Pleasures Treasures Lies Spies Who will prevail Or fail Let the Rain Come Down. Juggling, like a clown. Smoke and mirrors
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
Badges of Pride
I am not who I say I am. I say it does not matter who people say I am. Every title I have acquired is for the purpose of secrecy,
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets