performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
My Mind Controls The Narrative
My mind controls the narrative. It runs every which way sometimes when we have just a simple idea. It brings the best advice to me when the plans fall through,
Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"Published 4 months ago in PoetsTipsy
Photo by Cottonbro studio on Pixabay I should text my friends about this Something might happen If we leave this bar now
Leslie WritesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLondon Charm
Epic achievements My book in a library Meeting my idols. Discovering a Part of my soul and future Just by being lost.
Chloe GilholyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFREESTYLE 2
Lately I’ve been really quiet Not the type to start a riot Praying for my loved ones gone (R.I.P.) Legacy continues on & we also lost Bray Wyatt
Haychie_ArtistPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEchoes of the Grind
Amidst the city's rhythm, where dreams align, a bittersweet ballad for the working-class sign. Strings of hustle hum, in each street we roam,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished 4 months ago in Poets~Alphabetical Dream!~
~Alphabetical Dream!~ About My Love, Dear, Don't be Afraid... Baby, Maybe, if You Came to Me and looked Me in the eyes, Dared to be Brave
Jennifer CooleyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhy Add Fuel To The Fire?
We’re going to take a walk back in time Through all that’s happened since Billy said “We Didn’t Start The Fire.” He wasn’t a liar when he said they didn’t light this fire.
Danielle Elizabeth AndrewsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsExistential crisis - a poem about life
I wish I could stop the autopilot that governs my life and jump out of the viewer’s place right into the match cause I know I’ll regret it if I let it pass me by,
Self TranscendingPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEARTH'S OLDEST
Earth's oldest Whom I seek for guidance They say you’re a calm breeze But my walls are breaking in your presence They called you a light, soothing, pour But every harsh drop is drowning me Likened to a clear summer sky Then why are my thoughts so clouded Like the kiss from the morning sun? Then why does it burn! I tried to understand But all I did was over seat… In you they found sanity In you I got trapped in sanity And now…I might be insane I tried to roll out But it seems my tires are stuck Aaah!…Who I’m I kidding Its hard to roll away When you are the way.
Eastern TwelvePublished 4 months ago in PoetsCake Awaits
ants begging ants cold begging ants downtrodden, cold begging ants everyman, downtrodden, cold begging ants feverish, everyman, downtrodden, cold begging ants
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAt the Stonewall Inn, You Held My Hand
At the Stonewall Inn, you held my hand. "Babe," you said, Clutched tightly to my skin, Digging your nails in. Ever so slightly you faltered,
E.K. DanielsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsOverthinking: The Need To Know
Thinking to myself- What am I doing? If it's true that thoughts determine direction then where am I going? Too often questions arise about all I'm pursuing
Josh MorganPublished 4 months ago in Poets