performance poetry

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

The Dance Of The Solstice Spirits
Introduction This is my forty-fourth piece inspired by Angie's work, and I am grateful that she has allowed me to do this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Views Through The Glass
It did not exist, a moment in time for all to shine There were no easy roads taken by the brave and young Pain and suffering, worth the fighting we have done
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Land Rover – SWB and LWB
Ode to the Land Rover – SWB and LWB O faithful beast of steel and soil, Built not for polish, but for toil, You wore the dirt like noble thread,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Eternally Yours
In the dead of the darkness beneath midnight's calling I feel the sounds of the night barricading me from you The rumble of movement as the heavens quake and the ground shakes
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
My Storm Maiden
Lightning flashed as the hailstones smashed and torrents splashed against the rattling windows and doors. Startled, I screamed, dropping my favorite crystal teacup, shards of clear Czech crystal skittering across the barren wood floor of white pine, well-worn. As I kneeled to retrieve the pieces of wet glass, the storm raged on, and the window above me lit with a double flash. Suddenly, I saw her, the Maiden of Storms; I knew my love had finally returned.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Writers Haiku
The Writer Haiku write re write erase erase again and then look A new poppy blooms
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Journey-2
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Time as Liquid
Time as Liquid They fell slowly at first, brought on by the scraping of knees that landed hard, bitten by dust and playground pebbles.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Wardrobe Deep Cuts
Pushed back to the furthest reaches of my wardrobe Tucked away, behind frequently worn t-shirts and heavily worn denims hangs the pieces of attire
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Poets
Sex on the run
Sex on the run She is his bitch, he’s her desire, A flame that flickers, fueled by fire. They hide away from prying eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The story teller in Wales
The story teller in Wales ‘Twas in the mountains high in Wales, an old man lived who told fable tales. With crooked pipe and knotted cane,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets