performance poetry

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

Shine On
Escaping own's shine to briefly lighten the controlling edges of another, Covertly darkened unexpectedly by one who cruelly chose to dim.
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Poets
An Animated Coffee Morning
A sip of warmth and spice In a whirl of sweet delight Coffee takes a twirl Dancing on my countertop. Yesterday the day at the campus was a headache, there were back-to-back calls with a sudden influx of patients. I didn't even get a moment to relax and when I returned home, I hugged my mom thanking her for the meal before ending up in bed, dead tired.
By Staringale3 years ago in Poets
Still, I sweat
You say it is winter I am frozen, still I sweat yet I didn't need your sweater Your love is sweat Life is just getting better
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Betrayal
even after all I've/we've been through - the blood, sweat, tears, pain, betrayal, sorrow and regrets cold realities, hard truths and uncomfortable admissions of guilt
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Herodotus' Account
Endless battles brought unnecessary deaths until... Celestial sights halted young Lives on both sides, thus saving those beneath. As
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Poets
ESFP "The Life-embracing Enthusiast"
With hearts aflame and spirits ever bright, The ESFP, a jester in the sun, Doth charm the world with laughter warm and light,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
ESFP "The Funloving Adventurer"
With hearts alight and spirits ever bold, The ESFP, a jester in their soul, Through life they dance, with stories yet untold,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Content Warning.
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Journal Prose Chronicles: My Inner Voice Is Not Some Side Chick Research Variable
To hear my inner voice, above any and all noise I may encounter today is the big thing. Above all other things clamouring for attention, this stays in view as a ‘figurative pin,’ my life raft in the roughest civilization seas.
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Poets
The Familiar Stranger
She stretched her skin achingly across my bones Holding my emotions within her veins Scratching at my scars that hide My weight to her is heavy like stones
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets
SCIENCE
In the realm of science, where knowledge gleams, They embark on a journey with solar beams. In the world of Stem, where minds ignite,
By Glacier Heart3 years ago in Poets
No More "Again"
Why am I- Still living in the past? Again- Knocking on a door that closed long long ago Uninvited- Every other door is open
By JM3 years ago in Poets