performance poetry

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

Not The Jealous Type
Not The Jealous Type She isn’t the jealous type, he said, tying his tie with hands that had touched someone else that morning
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Fighting Neighbours
Fighting Neighbours You moan at us for the banging doors, we however say nowt about your barking dog. You reported our television sound too high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Soon There Will Be Buntings Out
Soon There Will Be Buntings Out Soon there will be buntings out strung from porch to post, no doubt and paper stars in windows bright
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Walking Iris
It does not rush. It does not beg. The world bends slowly around it, while it inches forward with grace you’ll miss if you blink.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Debasement So Ingrained
An elephant calf grows David to Goliath tethered to an entrenched, stannic staff. Thinking itself chattel chained feeling lashes past phantom pained
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
On Grief's Shore.
Someone on here asked me if I’ve ever experienced something that made me truly understand how powerful grief can be, and I thought—what an amazing question. I have to write about it.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Lost Scarf
Lost Scarf I like to think a girl found it and wore it for warmth— not knowing it once held the scent of someone who always forgot what he was trying to forget.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
I hope you stay angry
"But I tell you who are listening: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." - Luke 6:27
By Kit Valabout a year ago in Poets
Tea Party
I set the table before dawn; the woodgrain clothed in white linen, adorned with embroidered daisies stitched in hope, fraying around the edges,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I Can't Say
I've got some words I'd never say, written down on a list Opinions, hopes and dreams, safely secured in bitten lips Is it fear or just experience that keeps me on lockdown?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Whenever This Heart.
Whenever this heart beats for you, It sings in echoes duet and true. Across quiet nights and golden days, It finds you in a thousand ways.
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets