performance poetry

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

Quiet Nights
Sleep? It's nothing more than a wish for me- Longing for such is the closest I've ever come Entire nights pass over my eyes
By JM2 years ago in Poets
My Masterpiece. Content Warning.
If I’m being honest, I never thought I would see 30. I didn’t believe I would see past 13. Or 14. Or 15. Or 16. Or 17.
By Joey Domingo2 years ago in Poets
Make Me Beg. Content Warning.
Twist your tongue around my thoughts before you intertwine your fingers with my feelings. Press your mind up against my preconceived ideas of love and change my perspective.
By Joey Domingo2 years ago in Poets
Thistle
In a world full of gilded lilies I am a thistle wild, flowering, herbaceous, sometimes spiny. I will not trim myself down for you
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I Need To Improve
Satisfying my life is not. I need to know love cannot be bought, Learn to see the blessings I've got. Easy it is to say "I know I should."
By Darla M Seely2 years ago in Poets
The book of life!
Life is a moment And it will be over in a moment! Life is a book And this book will also be over one day! The traveller of time keeps turning These pages of the book in his journey every moment and every second! When this book will be over Then this book will also become the story of a moment of time!
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sush Baby Sleep
Shush baby sleep. It's a full moon tonight. Let the magic into your dreams. Easy in your settled bed. Night gleams upon you.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Jump
I fell in love with the sea and the depths that he promised to me but all that stayed were shallow tide pools. The rest of him,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Subliminal Exhaustion
Symphonies Sing Inside an intrepid mind Limericks and lyrics smothered by laundry and lunches Endless teetering tasks fill pages instead of poems
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
My Deepest Thoughts...
If both sides claim you, you are probably doing something wrong. If both sides critique you, you are probably doing something right.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets