performance poetry

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

The Aintree Grand National
The Aintree Grand National When springtime whispers and the world comes alive, Aintree awakens, where daring hearts thrive.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
What a Woman Needs from Her Man
What a Woman Needs from Her Man In quiet moments, when the world settles down, a woman needs a partner, someone to be around.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Merging into one
Merging into one I can feel you falling into my body, making us one, a quiet storm, a breathless tide, where time unravels, undone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Of Godafoss and Longing
as the light gets brighter, I delight (clearest blue skies, free from smog, electric and telecommunication masts, a dreamlike vision of what could have been, a different reality, an alternative illusion of grandeur)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Women are stronger than you think.
Women are stronger than you think. We can rule the workforce We won’t be chained to our kids and the sink. We rise before dawn, battle worn yet fierce,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Women of the World, Unite
Women of the World, Unite Women of the world, unite, Stand up now for what you want, it’s your right. No longer silent, no longer small,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Escape the Prank Trap! An April Fool’s Victory Poem 🙌😂
🎭 April Fool’s Day Escape Plan! 🤡✨ - Oh God!! 🙏😂 You saved me from the trickster's trap, No fake calls, no loud hand-clap! 🎭🤣
By PRABAL TR PRO2 years ago in Poets
Distortions
emotions cloud up my personal space sublimating from my core generating ephemeral steam swirling all around melding and melting
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
When will it end?
Sometimes I wonder, I wonder why people still relate with me, Talk to me, Laugh with me, Be there for me. Why? I've given you countless reasons not to,
By pink_rosee2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Dawn
The storm may howl, the rivers rise,Thunder shouts across the skies.Yet even in the tempest wild,Hope still hums, so soft, so mild.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Money Machine
I don't want to be a money machine I want you to help me follow my dreams Society, it seems, has lost the American Dream.
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets
The Three Hundred Thousand
Images from Introduction I have been wondering how to commemorate this as an adopted Novocastrian. I keep seeing the pictures and videos and can still hardly believe that three hundred thousand fans turned out to congratulate Eddie Howe and the team on Saturday 29th of March 2025.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets