performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Until He Returns
Patiently waiting to see him again. I’ve learned not to ask when he’d be back. He needs his space. I understand. But I just wish I could be alone,
Real PoeticPublished about a year ago in PoetsSnapped
Determined, I'm driving, steadfast resolve squaring my pose. Is that the rain, or tears? Does it matter? Who Knows?
Judey KalchikPublished about a year ago in PoetsDivine
Distorted, Divine, Dewelling, Driving, Didache, Directors, Directional, Directory, Dancing, Inclusively, Interlocking, Intentions, Intensively, Intentional, Internationally, Improving, Ideological's
Charelle LandersPublished about a year ago in PoetsJudgment Day
Don't cry for the dead today Instead, weep for the living Say a little prayer, and words of wisdom you may Try to find it in your heart to be forgiving
Jason Ray MortonPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Top is Quiet Not Lonely
Sometimes I’m grumpy And hard to be around. A terrible friend that never texts back Or attend your parties. I’m not a social butterfly…
Real PoeticPublished about a year ago in PoetsMistakes- An Apology
Everybody's committed a sin Each person's made mistakes. For never can everyone win, For all the heaven's sake! --- Nobody is perfect
Cezanne LibellenPublished about a year ago in PoetsAn Oath to Love Letters
A place of confidence, I leave my heart to it, Never lost faith in we I always knew we could do it, The safe space for words and phrases I should probably never say,
Jahnari RoséPublished about a year ago in PoetsVigilantes mundum ardentem
Some people lack in wisdom. Some people just won't listen Some people's crimes will glisten. Cause some people abuse a system.
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in PoetsHumans need Humor
I sit in my car under a cloud of smoke… Not Thinking of ways to make more money. Only ways to be funny. See, I love making jokes.
Real PoeticPublished about a year ago in PoetsLost in thought
Dizzying displays, in a dazzled mind, Inscrutable exterior, interior—split; the end, I cannot find. Satiate my wanderlust with wonder-lust, of a kind.
Julia SintonPublished about a year ago in PoetsGeneric Cringe
At times I need my Blood pumping Heart thumping Looking for Inspiration Like, Spark Jumping Ace-Card Trumping Making a Declaration of
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in PoetsUnapologetically in Character
I live inside of a Disney musical. I sing until my voice cracks. It always seems to do that At the climax of the song—
Real PoeticPublished about a year ago in Poets