performance poetry

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

A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Peter Pan Buys a Porsche
He called it his own renaissance - not a crisis - as if flinging 1990s cologne on a midlife bonfire was anything but arson.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Up in the sky, we fly so high,
Up in the sky, we fly so high, With the world below and our dreams nearby. The blades spin fast, the wind blows light, In this moment, my heart feels right.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
“The Jar of Stars” – A Mother’s Day Special Story
Noor was a curious child, full of questions. Her favorite one was: "Mama, what are stars made of?" Amina would always smile and say,
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Unpacking
Piled in a corner Of old neglected warehouse Pieces of my soul Stacked like wooden crates Stored away for when needed Lying forgotten
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Pretty
I don't just not feel pretty I am disgusted by the very idea The word makes my skin crawl with vitriol It takes every ounce of good grace
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
red light misfits. Content Warning.
the sufferer who hates to be thought of as a victim the witness who knew before we did and the narcissist who couldn’t care less
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The Fall Of Gareth
And so it came to pass ordained by fate, begun in such glory, that the acts of one altered the course of great Britannia. Gareth, clad in cloak of red torn from foe by his brother Gawain, from Orkney southward in silent excite, they journeyed.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Being Born a Woman Is Not a Miracle
Being born a woman Is not a miracle. It is a supreme title. The first definitive explanation of God to the world It was given by a woman.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The Tiredness of Growing Up
When we were kids, we were tired... Of running around with friends When we grew up, we were tired... Of studying for exams
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Respect Behind His Back
Respect your "boyfriend." Whether... in front of... or behind your back Two people... can never be together... all the time
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Let Us Pray Together
''Let Us Pray Together'' A sincere prayer for direction, cleansing, and oneness in Christ 🛐 ''Let us pray together..'' Jesus, you are pure! Oh. How I love thy law!
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets