performance poetry

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

Don't make me say it
Please don't make me say it. Say it. I can't. Be honest. * You don't want honesty. You want what you want to hear. That's a lie.
By Ivy Brownie2 years ago in Poets
A. Schicklgruber H.
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
I TAKE THE STAGE
I take the stage, and I speak clearly. Not softly, not sweetly—clearly. No violin to soften my syllables, no drum to drown my diction,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
I Remain
semblance of self struck me silently gazing at the ghostly graven glares, cold creeps cradles and caresses my mind is momentarily muted for minutes
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Surviving meant
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
Reclaimed
-*- Well, you are correct, I lusty called for you, when I was at the bottom and couldn't handle the truth. -*- But, you took your time,
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
Crab Canon on a Möbius Strip
Introduction This is for Denise Lindquist's Poetry Challenge that you can read about below and inspired by the enigmatic Canon 1 à 2 from J. S. Bach's Musical Offering (1747). The manuscript depicts a single musical sequence that is to be played front to back and back to front.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Coals
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
One Of One
I’m 24 with no kids But I’m doing a bid serving two Life not easy when no one comes through It ain’t easy when they depend on you
By Amourè Deezyy2 years ago in Poets
Title: Whispers of the Willow
The willow weeps, a verdant sigh, As golden hues begin to die. The sun descends, a fiery kiss, Upon the leaves, a gentle bliss.
By nikhil sablania2 years ago in Poets
Melodies of Guiltlessness and Involvement: An Diagram Presentation
By utilizing basic dialect and available symbolism, Blake passes on profound philosophical and political thoughts. The sonnets of Blamelessness display an idealized world full of virtue and bliss, whereas those of Involvement uncover cruel substances, such as persecution, debasement, and misfortune of guiltlessness. Together, these lyrics frame a effective evaluate of society, addressing devout, political, and ethical structures.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Where Love Went to Die
1. You didn't leave all at once. You faded- slowly, painfully, like a song losing its last note. 2. I used to feel you in the space
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets