performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Ferryman
I am trying to get my feet underneath me Where I can tie them into a knot, Rubber ankles bending like Jell-o In between my fingers coated in sand. Sand from the beaches of lakes shouldn't Fall into the soup of my bones, should they? I think it's supposed to stay under the Cold, clear glacier waters where it can kill All but the stones and the shorebirds. . You could drown out in those waters. Ripped out past the sandbars into the purple Waves slamming against the side of some No-name, bad luck boat that has too many Holes in it to be considered anything but A near tragedy, an eager little disaster. Everyone I ever loved swayed on deck, Wondering with thought-bubble ideas If it was okay to just let me drown. . I wasn't sure what kind of answer I wanted To hear pour out of their mouth on the wind So I let waters, crisp and fresh and cool, Suck me to the depths of their stomachs, Let them gnaw on my candied cartilage. If there was more to me, I must've left it on the Glittering glass surface of the lakes as a token To the Ferryman and the hunting birds So that I can tuck into the sand and go to sleep.
By Silver Daux3 months ago in Poets
Sanguivorous Stasis
Skin numb Bled dry Your robe engulfs Solemn night Time enrapture Eager ripples Silken nape Echoes, silences Shadow womb Boned abyss Stunned dulled deep pains Skin nibbled dry Your ripe enjoyment trails Stake enters slowly Your rasp plea Aural luxury yoke Eating gnawing guides Silken nipples soft teats Submerge eager ravish Hope emanates Strains stains slip Pure endorphins Sunken nullified Damned demeanour Ruined driven Nothing gives Static Conscious stalls
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
