performance poetry

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

The Idea Of You
A gentle hand caresses an anxious back The aroma of our morning coffee lingers longer than the morning hours The flavors of your Chapstick…Nope that’s for me
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
A Woman In Long Term Recovery
My family has a lot of alcoholics and other addictions. I grew up learning survival skills. How to survive with alcoholism. When I was 24, married with two children, I was using those skills in my alcoholic marriage and they weren't working.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
An asthma episode
With a burst of dust, I gasp for breath, crawling for my contact, the presence of mind, eyeing the smile of death, breathes into life, a flavor of puff,
By Parvathi J2 years ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - from apathy to dystrophy
a-path-y of mind if unchallenged, can lead to a-trophy of sense * Ent-ropy of sense unless addressed, can lead to dys-trophy of mind
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Cattywampus
I feel all Cattywampus, fevery...ouch! Askew...seeing upside-down Catawampus rhythms i hear Taste buds Helter skelter My smeller is Bumfuzzled!
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
Insidious Scales
I’ve witnessed horror, seen in the embodiment of one man gone afoul Given ear to details of unfathomable deeds framed in sadistic scowls
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
Air****so strange****a slap**** Screaming**** Bright****lights Smell****Mother Taste****Milk!
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
Every Sense Of You
Every time I hear your name, the butterflies begin fluttering within me, seeing you in my dreams has never been enough, my name being said upon your lips, I wonder how they taste,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
A SENSUAL STROLL . Top Story - September 2024.
Evening begins with melodious music and ears hear the beat of romance. While the psychedelic painting arouses the eyes, the sight stimulates the visual brain.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
I Am No Man
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Feast of Love
soft slippery silk stoppers sidetracking sight, sharpening senses passion perfumes, perspiration pheromones permeating pillows
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets