performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Bone King, Sawolhord
From my kingdom the sin of greed is born: I heard said from an odd dream long ago That I seldom collect how it end, though
Octovo LibraPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNew
This kind of energy is entirely new It could lead to a different road to a different kind of love I hope this time I can finally take in the view
Anna TorresPublished 4 months ago in Poets- First Place in Villanelle Challenge
Who I Used to Be
I swirl the milk into my Thai iced tea, Bright orange leaks down to swallow translucence. I don't remember who I used to be.
Harbor BenassaPublished 4 months ago in Poets i hate flowers
the dominoes stood ready, anticipating a single moment to begin so they may fall one by one at each other's side. i dare to ask a question,
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsA Stormy Home(body)
There’s a stillness in this house Quiet radiates of walls in the softest sound waves Outside the wind rages on A reminder that I am not alone in my screaming
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDo Not Give Up In Defeat
Without looking backwards, when moving forwards, without learning from our history, our mistakes we are doomed to repeat Arrogance, fool, yes arrogance be thy name
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHive Of Thoughts
Just like a silly little singing bee, Buzzing near my ear; I swing to swat, things I wish I forgot that keeps me far from free.
Julia AlfredPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe place where the birds sing
It’s amazing the flourishment of flowers and trees surrounding the place While a soft and quiet sound of water flows through
Tommaso BordignonPublished 4 months ago in Poetsgenui ignem
I birthed a fire from an embroyonic state to a fully-fleshed entity deep inside oh how it burns * my lungs breathed life into
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFaceless Fears
Time aches, so I thought nothing when I walked out the door I stood there bewildered, that shouldn’t be out here Silence echoes but its scream was a roar
Allyson WittekindPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
Cigarettes and Empty Thoughts
Oh Christ, I'm fucking hungry For the cigarette days full of black coffee, Tiny little jeans, and horrid aftershave When I was a nail-bitten mess
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 4 months ago in Poets We Had Two Visitors Yesterday
My sister-in-law is a minister My husband always calls her a monkey My concern is that may be sinister ~ We had some company, two visitors
Denise E LindquistPublished 4 months ago in Poets