performance poetry

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

The Scandalous Tale
The Scandalous Tale The paper crackles, fresh and bold, A story of scandal, raw and cold. A model’s name, in black and white,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Chaplin sits at the Door
Chaplin sits at the Door Upon the door, where tales unfold, Sat Chaplin, silent but bold. His bowler hat tipped just so,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Things We Seek
What's the weather? What's the time? A recipe for lemon and thyme. A song stuck deep in memory's haze, "Who sang this hit back in the days?"
By Kamal Pun2 years ago in Poets
Forget ‘em
People will hate ya when they see they can’t break ya, when they can’t shake ya, so let them watch, let them whisper, let them twist your words until it pushes ya, until it lifts ya right up above their hate,
By Jess Boyes2 years ago in Poets
The Greedy Farmer and the Landlord
The Greedy Farmer and the Landlord A tale from the 1930s, a lesson to learn. In a village poor, under a golden sky, Lived a family small, with dreams so high. A piece of land, just a humble span, Was all they owned—this simple clan.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Polyfil People
Walking around in this world is like being 5 wearing my father's suit Yea it looks cute but we all know that it doesn't fit
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Criminals
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Christmas Baby
An entire month of lost souls – Bodies buried in the snow, Their gravestones adorned With colorful bulbs. 23 years overshadowed,
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Wednesday
I'm counting my stressings and all of my blessings but the math isn't mathing I'm responding, they're reacting You say you're a grown up
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
s.o.c. 7
Before we were told to go back to where we came from, they brought us here to build their railroad. They told us, "Yellow, you go into the tunnel and make the mountain blow."
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Winter is Here
The pain and sorrow glide like a stream. Kiss me, and I will carry all your pain and sorrows. I can see the dark texture and dry face. It’s December, and winter is here.
By Shahzad Baluch2 years ago in Poets
Collisions of Clarity
And so it went We agreed to be freed and that grew a seed To water the mind of those looking to find A deeper meaning of life
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets