performance poetry

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

SEEN A MAN WHO WASN’T THERE
SEEN A MAN WHO WASN’T THERE I seen a man upon the stair, Yet knew that he was never there, But in my room, without a care, The fellow sat upon my chair.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Talkin' Turkey Burgers
Always lean, never greasy on the grill Better than beef when you want something light Cranberry relish or chipotle mayo—your call
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 months ago in Poets
THE MAN WHO LIVED UPSTAIRS
THE MAN WHO LIVED UPSTAIRS Each night at half past two. I heard him cross the floor. He walked from left to right. Then stopped beside my door.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE NIGHT OF THE THUNDERSTORM
THE NIGHT OF THE THUNDERSTORM The thunder woke me up. It shook the window glass. I pulled the covers close. And prayed the storm would pass.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Yo-Yo That Wouldn’t Come Down
The Yo-Yo That Wouldn’t Come Down Someone invented a special yo-yo, With a string that reached the moon, You pulled it down at breakfast time, It disappeared again by noon.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Human Machine
The Human Machine They built a machine for humans, To discover what we are, It scanned our heads and measured thoughts, Then compared us to a star.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Spaceship That Got Lost
The Spaceship That Got Lost They built a spaceship made for space, With silver wings and rocket shoes, It had a kitchen, swimming pool, And seventeen television news.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Umbrella That Followed You
The Umbrella That Followed You Someone invented an umbrella, That followed you around, It opened when the rain came down, Without a single sound.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
bored o’ clock.
tick tok. the life of boredom is slipping swiftly from us. * i remember when boredom was an art form. creativity sparked
By Marvelous Michael2 months ago in Poets
The Machine That Watched The Watcher
The Machine That Watched The Watcher He built a machine to watch the street, With cameras hidden in a tree, He wanted to know who walked past,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Dilemma
This is the tightrope now Between free thought and reality, Turbidity in what should be Clear, crystalline creativity. <LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN> Bare flesh sliding against the wire Splits open and bleeds into the mouths Of slack-jawed idiots hunting For something special in their reality. <SEVERE STORM WARNING> A body teetering on the invisible. The brink between here and there. Leaving behind a life in a world To find a universe in death. <SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER> Slipping one way or the other, Maybe it doesn't matter as much As the voices underneath the static Want you to think it does, at least. <THREAT LEVEL EXTREME>
By Silver Daux2 months ago in Poets
The Door That Opened Somewhere Else
The Door That Opened Somewhere Else A strange inventor built a door, That never led outside, He turned the handle carefully, And stepped through from the side.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets