Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
where do poems we write in the night go while we lie, dreaming and scheming perfection is borne of ignorance or dissonance
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Written for Mike Singleton's Truly July Prompt: *** Carefully planned moves, Home of the king, queen and rook, The chequered pattern.
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
We were traveling through space when a lunar tempest diverted your heart from mine. You however were salvaged by a lone spaceman bearing wine,
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
We melted adhesives over our interlocked fingers to prevent detachment anxiety. It failed, yet quietly. Ending my devout
there's nothing appealing about the empty hands romance holds out in front of me nothing i can stand in the present, and no hope in what the future is revealing‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Handcuffed and sectioned Because I believed I was Jesus directionless and cut free from reality they took me to priory in a police van
By Daniel Hooks2 years ago in Poets
I think I would be less insecure if I were married to a woman Because that would mean being with someone who was traumatized by men, too
By Faye Lock2 years ago in Poets
Emma wore a silk red cloak as she watched the battered body of her sultan husband, of Viking folk, burn atop the rippling currents.
Gossamer web, woven silken strands Sway enticingly..., Please..., Enter Clothed in reflected beauty Please come inside, partake
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Why does the serpent terrify you so much? Why do you imprint that ancient curse * conceived two thousand years ago, on a Creation of allegory simply doing its job?
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
There was a phantom residing in the red wake of our afterglow. As it was above, it was just the damn same below. A blood opera
lay out all of my ingredients spill my guts on the cutting board use your words like cutlery your measurements say I’m a bad recipe
By D2 years ago in Poets
