performance poetry

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

Five
If I could give the world to you touching the deepest parts of your heart, I hope the sweet melodies of your heart are heard far and wide,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Balmorality
My Word Choice: Balmorality - the superficial idealisation of Scottish culture, particularly associated with the popularity and enthusiasm Queen Victoria and Prince Albert had for all things Scottish.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Give & Take III: Everything & Nothing. Content Warning.
oh, what i'd give, for freedom‐ everything, but‐ i have nothing nothing to give, and nothing left that can be taken, but my own breath‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Inky Elixir. Runner-up in Sensational II Challenge.
Gaze at this hot, onyx pool, complimented by cumulonimbus cotton Permit yourself to be seduced by an ironic aroma that simultaneously soothes and galvanizes
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Our First Sensing
I saw you standing in all black in the bike path with a beach chair and sox cap. _ I was beeper at, and sweared at and heard vile threats of
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Sensational Me!
Listen to the sound of D'Angelo's elegant sensuality filling the room, the slow jam to end all slow jams, as I stand before you all, a simple poet, with simple hopes and dreams, ideas bigger than his station. Call me Eregion's Lord in poetic terms as I let the smooth sexuality of the undisputed king of R'n'B take hold of me. The sound's electricity across my soon to be, well, you'll see, skin.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Crux of Night
The edge of sheer vulnerability yawns, slowly spreads Stretching over the bed, it proliferates, seeping into each thread Whilst lingering, always observant gold eyes peer and ignite
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
Sunshine
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Weight
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life Listening to each other’s strife
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Be Real
The truth will surface and stop hiding behind the lies That's how you separate the real from the fake Stop reaching out to people and see the people who reach out to you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
When All Senses Fade Away
Auditory breakdown—the sounds of the world around you reduced to deafening all-encompassing silence. Silence that eats at your sanity, breeds paranoia and mocks you, transforming the world of sounds into a world of inanity.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
SCREENED.
Scrolling, scrolling, endlessly scrolling— Is it endomorph, mesomorph, or am I just silly old me? Not too good to fit in, falling below the scales….
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets