performance poetry

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

Green Eyes of the Hawk
Green Eyes of the Hawk In the depths of your green eyes is a fierce spark Like a hawk soaring swiftly through the night With a gaze that can pierce the stillness around
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Like A Lion With Rabies
Like A Lion With Rabies Golden mane in morning sun, Silent strength, a kingdom won. Eyes that watch the shifting plain, Paws that tread where few remain.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Watch Me Spit Venom
S ometimes we gotta take the high road N o, you wouldn't understand because you're a toad A I-Generated content and comments galore K now that you cannot make fools of us anymore E ventually, even the best masks corrode
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
“Echoes of the Last Ember: How a Street Musician Ignited a Global Climate Movement”. AI-Generated.
Every evening at sunset, passer-bys in Centennial Plaza would pause for a single haunting melody. No billboard promised a sold-out concert, no headline trumpeted a viral video—just the raw, unfiltered music of 23-year-old Rosa Nguyen. What few realized was that this nightly serenade would become the catalyst for a global climate movement.
By suliman umar2 years ago in Poets
Human Weed
Sometimes, the words live better in rhythm than in ink. Here’s something I created, a raw, visual poem I hope you'll feel in your bones. Let me know what it makes you think of, or how it lands in your spirit.
By Latoya Campbell2 years ago in Poets
Burning Midnight Oil
I burn midnight oil day after day. I have read all genres and continue to do so. In the dark night, moon for company, I pore over books,
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Epistolary Affairs
Your emerald eyes caught mine in between parentheses, your fingers slipping through sentences reaching for mine. You never asked my name;
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Time Reveals All
•• Who is good and who is bad, if you are with them for a long time, you will know. •• Who is sincere, who is a liar, you will see.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The Person We Should Say
.. ''Thank you'' .. Someone .. who doesn't care about us He is teaching us.. To live.. without him Someone .. who is bored with us
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Life, Like a Book
"Life" resembles a "book." Each day represents a "new page." Every month signifies a "new chapter." Each year marks the beginning of a "new book."
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Watch My Back For Me
Watch My Back For Me Keep your ear to the ground I sense there is trouble around. You need to watch my back I will be under attack.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Death of a Poem
Dear Poem: You wretched thing, you horrid waste You are way too long and terribly paced You despicable misuse of perfect space
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets