performance poetry

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

Chasing Wind. Content Warning.
As someone who's lost their ability to enjoy, essentially anything... I don't need to be told twice‐ about how trivial, is the chase of happiness
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Four Friends: A Confluence Of Strength
Before the confluence, where the wide river bends, And ancient forest to the meadow descends, Four spirits moved, distinct in form and aim,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
White Picket
They keep blurring the lines between what's yours and what's mine to keep us distracted from their taking, iron-clad divides,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Saved by the Bells
Saved by the Bells It came on slow, that Monday sound, a clang, a call from chapel ground. I wasn’t looking for a sign, but still it cut through fate and time.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Before You Give Your Light
It’s okay to want to help — to heal others’ wounds, to hold broken worlds with hands full of light. But never forget your own cracks.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
A Poem at the Edge of Day
There is a moment each day that most of us overlook—a fragile, fleeting passage suspended between darkness and light. It’s neither yesterday nor fully today. It’s not a beginning, nor an ending, but something far more sacred: a quiet in-between. This moment is the essence of “A Poem at the Edge of Day”, a poetic exploration that captures the hushed heartbeat of time itself.
By Wasif islamabout a year ago in Poets
The World Is Deaf
I used to be just another ordinary person. Well… not that ordinary, to be honest. I lived and vibrated well. And because of that, my life was peaceful and calm.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Gift We Forget
The reason you feel anxious is because your mind is running toward a future that hasn’t arrived yet. The reason you overthink everything
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Blooming Hurts First
When you feel lost, when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, don’t run away or hide. You’re not broken— you’re just beginning to grow.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Route of Wisdom
This poem was born from the hope that everything is written beforehand, and that all the good and the bad happen for a reason.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
My Awakening Came from the Invisible
For a long time, I was a shadow searching for a door. I felt out of place, like the world moved to a rhythm I couldn’t follow.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Where True Joy Is Born
Never doubt where your inner joy can bloom from. Even when you feel lost, without a calling, or without real friendships—
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets