performance poetry

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

This Is Not a Cry for Help
Silence Doesn’t Mean I’m Drowning I Learned to Bleed Without Making Noise Read Between the Lines I Never Wrote I Speak in Calm So You Don’t Hear the Storm Smiling Through Static The Quiet Art of Not Falling Apart I Fixed My Face Before I Fixed My Pain Echoes That Refuse to Break Not Every Broken Thing Shatters Loud I Made Peace with the Things I Never Said
By Samson E. Gifted6 months ago in Poets
Screaming from the rooftops. Top Story - May 2026.
I screamed from the rooftops today I screamed as loud as I could. My closest and dearest all to the furthest and coldest could hear my voice; but they tilted their head in disbelief.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
The Way Way
Do you know the way… to San Jose? To Chardonnay? To Montego Bay? We do, or we should. We do, or we would. It’s not easy to say, the way way.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
The Sea of Screaming Echo's
Hands on the rainy window pane, Faces appear then they are not there, Haunting screams echo through the room, Wretched, bloodied faces tell stories of fear
By Carol Ann Townend6 months ago in Poets
The Pole-Dancing Clown
The Pole-Dancing Clown Under the big top glow, I climb and spin, Painted smile stretched wide on borrowed skin, Laughter echoes, but I hear the strain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
A Way to Us
The air between us is thinning, a fault line shivering under the weight of all the things I haven’t dared to say. It’s in the static of a casual glance,
By Forest Green6 months ago in Poets
Adorn to
The quiet pulse of you is all I know, A steady rhythm humming in my veins, Where deep within, the embers softly glow, And bind my heart in sweet, silken chains.
By Forest Green6 months ago in Poets
henceforth and so on and look over there. Winner in Out of Order Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
i just read the same paragraph around seventeen times – an exaggeration maybe, who can tell…i lost count – and i still couldn’t tell you what it said. it all started when i noticed the word ‘hence’ was used four times in one paragraph (yep i counted)…hence after hence after hence after hence and i started thinking that’s a lot of hences in a short space and then i saw the word hope and i thought oh shit i forgot to take my sertraline AND my vyvanse today and – ohmygod…remember that former friend…why the fuck did you message them the other night…oh yeah drunk ali took over your phone…what did you say again…you better check…ah yes…the old what-do-you-want-from-me request for clarity that you know won’t come and when you’re sober you’re not even sure you want – two opposing things true at once…i miss you/i don’t miss you…i want repair and i don’t - and what…my eyes are filling with tears and i’m sitting in the window of a café where a lot of people are outside waiting for takeaway and i’m welling and welling and why am i crying oh yeah. no meds. back to your book ali. read that paragraph.
By ali6 months ago in Poets
How Do You Age A Life Of Regrets
How Do You Age A Life Of Regrets How do you measure passing time when every hour stands still, When days fall heavy on your chest and bend against your will,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
From Nothing, God always Makes Something
From Nothing, God always Makes Something From dirt and dark, a fragile bloom takes hold, In broken ground, new life begins to unfold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Moans In The Morning. Content Warning.
Moans in the Morning No one ever Minds I hear it through the walls It could be stretching or a blessing when couples combine
By Amourè Deezyy6 months ago in Poets
How to Fill an Empty Page
I. What a blank page may conceive. Untapped feelings, unexplored worlds, secrets revealed. II. The truth comes forward,
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets