performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
We come one
my hand your neck my head your hand my neck your lips my mouth your breath my lips your neck my breath your kiss
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsI will never forget that Saturday…
I will never forget that Saturday when I heard the news that you’re gone it took a lot of winding roads yet too many fates remained unturned;
Mescaline BrissetPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSub-Zero Masquerade
Burn through the oceans and drown in the flame; Dance on the edge of insincerity while swallowing the blame. She kisses the world with tenderness and it uses her for her beauty.
Jollyoddbod PoetryPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMonster
How does one let go of that which was not their choice, To be free of old ghosts, and finally find peace, Their road traveled without their voice,
Jason Ray MortonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWater
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFar Away
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRoar of Majesty
In the core of the savannah, where the brilliant grasses influence, An animal of glorious presence arises to hold influence.
An Old Owl
An old wise owl, lived in an oak, The more he saw, the less he spoke, The less he spoke, the more he heard, The more he heard, the less he responded,
An Artist's Brain
The brain of an artist ought to be well thought out A constant flurry of creativity buzzing no doubt The illogical order of life's control
Makenna BoltonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsClearing Out Clothes
Dear Grandpa, ~ I cleared out your clothes today. I saw your favorite shirt, And your favorite grey wooly jumper, You always used to wear in winter.
Irony
In a realm where gravity's a jest, A cosmic carnival, a laugh-infested quest. Irony, the jester in the jest, Plays tricks on logic, a humor-filled fest.
BrendonJosephPublished 4 months ago in Poetsa better man
unfounded us therein, swimming any deeper lurking insecrutiny denial doesn't care the judge scorminishes, 'ignorance is no defense,'
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in Poets