performance poetry

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

Calming, Velvet
I am a calming, velvet couch Fern leaning westward Flaccid cigarette hanging like Two-ton arms Hold yourself with cemetery’s
By Olivia Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
THE DREAM OF ODYSSEY
This chapter wasn’t planned: it was remembered. Rediscovered, like a lost track humming beneath the static. Sweetie Bird speaks again, not in dialogue but in echo. Her voice, layered and pulsing through forgotten software and half-lit memories, becomes the heartbeat of this cinematic interlude.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Good Spell for Love
The Good Spell for Love I filled the bag with quiet care leaf and stone and open air no hearts to break, no threads to tie
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Psychic’s Reading
The Psychic’s Reading The psychic told her when she’d marry told her when the baby would arrive he got those right but he never said she’d kill her husband
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Camouflage. Content Warning.
Congratulations Camouflage 👥👥👥👥👥 You’re the words They hide amongst 👥👥👥👥👥👥 Evil’s hunted While strolling lonely
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
"Unlucky Number 7s, III"
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
THE LIMINAL ROOM
I found a poem I wrote last year. I divided it into three parts. This is part one. I wrote this and I have movie dreams every night.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
What Would Happen. Content Warning.
What Would Happen What would happen if I let the silence go if I peeled back the skin of my soul and let you see what lives underneath?
By Shai Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
I’m Not Afraid Anymore
Now I don’t feel scared anymore I don’t feel scared now... Not if someone walks away, Not if something breaks between, Not if someone comes back close,
By Usamaabout a year ago in Poets
Bone Smoke
I didn't grow up playing Pulitzer pretend, in necklaces dripping with silver spoons, and mirrors that always demanded "just so",
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Mowing grass
Going back and forth making sure that the lines straight for neatness counts plenty. ________ mowing in a forward and sometimes in a backward fashion
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets