performance poetry

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

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Introduction This is my eleventh piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. This is a Glosa inspired by the artwork rather than the actual legend, but taking in elements from Justine's story of the legend that inspired the painting.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Monkey Laugh Monkey Sing
Monkey Laugh Monkey Sing Monkey laugh monkey sing from the wire Dance for the crowd till your spirit grows tired Clap little hands while the people all grin
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Angel Meadow in Manchester Uk Poem
This poem was inspired by the history and dark side of Angel Meadow, Manchester. Angel Meadow in Manchester Uk Poem People stroll through Angel Meadow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Therapist Who Knew My Dreams
The Therapist Who Knew My Dreams She asked me why I never slept at night, Why shadows lived beneath my tired eyes, I told her every dream arrived the same,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Last Will And Testament Of A Murderer
The Last Will And Testament Of A Murderer To whoever discovers these pages at last Know every shadow was born from the past
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Well You Turned Out To Be A Tramp
Well You Turned Out To Be A Tramp You walked through town your collar turned high Cheap little smirk and a glittering lie
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Be The Storm
In the eye of it all Mixed with all the scourge and dirt Remembering to learn how to run before you fall Taking too many risks will get you hurt
By Jason Morton6 months ago in Poets
Lions Devoted To The Hunters
Lions Devoted To The Hunters They raised them from cubs with rough careful hands Fed them fresh meat on the hot dusty land
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Electric Room. Top Story - May 2026.
I don't talk about gods because I don't believe In any hand-drawn stories sketched by men, But there is an angel in my electric room.
By Silver Daux6 months ago in Poets
The Town Where Clocks Stopped After Grief
The Town Where Clocks Stopped After Grief Nobody noticed when the clocks first failed, The baker simply laughed and closed his shop,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Woman Who Woke In Different Years
The Woman Who Woke In Different Years Every night she slept inside her bed, Then woke somewhere completely out of place, One evening in the winter of 1983,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Magic Paint Brush
The Magic Paint Brush Cold air moves through empty rooms a brush stirs awake in silence dipped in colour, thick with life
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets