performance poetry

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

The Bridge of Forgiveness
Forgiveness isn’t forgetting — it’s remembering without pain. It’s choosing love when the ego screams for revenge. It’s healing the wound
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Ghostly Light That Shines in the Night
The Ghostly Light That Shines in the Night It flares without warning, from nowhere at all, a spin of wild colour that dares you to fall.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When Dawn Meets the Ocea
The sun, a shy dancer, dips its toe, Beneath the vast heavens where soft winds blow. It pierces the surface, a jagged grace,
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Light Up the Sky
Light Up the Sky Not every fire is joy, you know some burn slow in silence names we carry, names we’ve lost etched in folded absence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
He Isn’t the Brightest
He Isn’t the Brightest Yet he knows how to cook a roast He isn’t the brightest of the bunch can’t spell mayonnaise without a guess
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Where the Light Finds Me
For what feels like an age and more since death came knocking at my door dark clouds encroached and enshrouded my heart and soul, hope was sullied
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrate Canada Day
Introduction A close friend suggested I write a poem for Canada Day about the ties with the United Kingdom and, of course, all things Canadian, so I will use a villanelle format and weave in some fun and history too.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
For Those Who Fell Before the Flag Was Raised
For Those Who Fell Before the Flag Was Raised Not for glory not for gold but for something soft and loud at once a quiet wish carried in calloused hands
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Land I Know Independence day
The Land I Know Independence day I don’t wear stars or paint my face don’t need a banner to love this place It’s in the soil, the open land
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Tick Tock. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Destruction Hill
Destruction Hill Rolling, rolling down a great big hill called destruction, No brakes, no breaks, no hands to catch the slide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Second First Time
I had come here once before, years ago, and it was the first time I had ever pushed my body like that—pushed it past what I thought was possible, felt the ache of muscles I hadn’t known existed, and finally, the rush of reaching the summit. The view had been incredible: a vast valley below, wrapped in fog and sunlight. It was the kind of moment that changed you, the kind that stays locked in your chest.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets