performance poetry

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

The Glens Left Quieter
The passage a’ time cannae erase the hurt— Ah want tae tak ye doon the past, tae darker spells in Alba’s legacy. ... Ah mind when the weans and families ootnumbered the bleatin’ o’ sheep— when the land lay rich and breathin’, afore it was reined in for profit dressed as progress, ower hill and glen, through bogs o’ reekin’ peat. ... We were lifted— hauled like cargo— flung ower the ocean tae a New World that didnae ken our names. ... As auld Field Marshal Raglan led men tae die in Crimea, many o’ oor ain were sent awa— the glens left thinner, quieter. ... And those that stayed— the lairds’ men came creeping, no wi’ banners, but wi’ papers and fire. ... They took the hames from lassies and weans, bold where there were none tae fight back— cowards, aye, that wouldnae face the men if the men had still been there. ... And when the soldiers, worn and torn, returned, what waited but the wind— slippin’ through emptied glens and valleys, where nought but sheep remain, and nae voices left tae outnumber them. * Thanks for reading! Author’s note: This is for Tim Carmichael's Unofficial Challenge: Time Traveler Poetry for National Poetry Month.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
who is whom. Content Warning.
who is whom, indeed. a name was needed for the insulting ambiguity the mockery and glares and the compliments that tear
By ⸘jason alan‽7 months ago in Poets
Echoing Memories. Runner-Up in After It’s Gone Challenge.
A hollow monument Constructed in Honor of my memory The only evidence I forgot Is carefully archived Forever locked away
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Let's Talk
Let’s talk of death Let’s talk of taxes Let’s talk with meth Let’s talk with axes We are the ones Who make the lists Let’s talk with guns
By Vadim Kagan7 months ago in Poets
King Of The Tuatha Dé Danann
Introduction This is my eighth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful artwork. This is a Strambotto inspired by the artwork rather than the actual legend
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
Of Boxes Being Boxes
I thought I could just carry boxes To and from the van, from the flat Bubble-wrapped Heart and mind Saucers and mugs Forgive and forget as needs must
By Emma K. Weir7 months ago in Poets
Breath
If I didn't stand for you The trees would Rigid backed, stoic barked Givers of wood For it was from one that The cross was carved out and
By Mezmur7 months ago in Poets
The Karmic Boomerang. 🔁. Top Story - April 2026.
It came Back! Karma came Back. She came back!!!!!! I Remember the thing we all did last summer. I want desperately to call my partners-in-crime...
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Poets
Budding Artists haiku
Budding Artists haiku Memories children My three Beautiful grandsons Drawings for nana #Marie381UkWrites #www #viral #poetrymagazines #facebook #twitter #instergrampoets #vocalmedia #familylove #grandchildren #memories #timeflies #nostalgia #poetrycommunit #littlechildren #Haiku
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Where Have These Years Gone?
Where Have These Years Gone? I closed my eyes, and there you were again, small hands smudged with colour, laughter in the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I ASK THE UNIVERSE
This is my voice, my face, my song, my lyrics all created, written, & edited by me, Vicki Lawana Trusselli FYI for doubters and negative responses, this is me!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Rejoice At Easter Haiku
Rejoice at Easter Haiku What’s nicer than eggs The healing touch of Jesus He will rise again. #Marie381UkWriter #viral #facebookpoets #twitter #instagrampoets #www #poetrymagazine #poetry #poets #easter #jesus #jesuswillriseagain #thecommingofourlord #jesushealsus
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets