performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Humphrey
Humphrey looks grumpy And sometimes he is Does that look like a face That would give you a kiss? But do not be fooled
Hilda CarrollPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI Miss You
C C Dm Am Am I miss you, and the way that you walk. I miss your smile; I miss the way
Rene PetersPublished 2 years ago in PoetsCosmetology
dermatology why not cosmetology alopecia and rosacea way different than each other, woman makeup and hair dye, not the antibiotics, scalp injections I got
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 years ago in Poets10
And is nearly midnight and I’m thinking of you again I try to control these thoughts Pav and I both know I can never resist anything I have a city with you listen can you hear my thoughts I’m trying to communicate with you so late at night I want you to text me I want you to call me because I with you first but I don’t want find me annoying for texting you first he’s about to text you and then you post a video with a girl if I text you and you don’t know who I am or if I text you in your sleep and I have to wait until the morning
9
How to master heartbreak without even having to try you first have to do nothing you have to love yourself you have to see in your room crying and crying do you have to go through the old messages and do you have to watch the old videos until you have to look at the photos and then delete you need to find your closure and you won’t get that by trying to get him to fall back to you you need to move on moving on is a fast up can you find so much more than you love about yourself rather than relying on someone to tell you what I love about you
8
Constantly being told I’m beautiful but I’m beautiful but not in these clothes and beautiful but I can lose some weight so more people recognise me I play Russian roulette for the spoon fork and a knife the mirror is cracked in three places and I have been staring at myself for this way for years and years and years I dream to live a life where are beautiful without anybody’s but behind it be right now seems impossible because being skinny is it anyway people notice you is it only way you can be someone in this world and I just don’t get it
7
we need to talk to our neighbours we need to be a voice for those who have been imprisoned and lost their tongue for the children who had to grow up way too young because there are so many songs that need to be song and in this world there is a huge war that will be one because the world is separated into three but nobody can say you have the government who is in charge of everything from says what we eat to what we do to our job we will get im the future they control everything
6
It was 2017 and I lived like a queen surrounded by everything I could ever dream and I was so naive thinking I was protected because I lived on the screen now they scream at me saying that they will never leave and I am just here in their command I believe that I’m protected because of the money and power I hold but in reality I was just a hostage in their control I was kidnapped I was forever trapped and they did that and I just wanna be free I wanna be me again but I don’t know how to be me anymore
5
He asked me if this hurts and I said no I said no I said no I am not used to paying but in reality I was immune never noticed the scars on my thighs where his dirty hands slide instructing me to lean back take off my clothes and he only asked once does this hurt which I did not reply yes which I did not reply but I need to pay you I was forced to lie here because society tells us there is a certain age where things should be done to you in this life .
4
sometimes I’m quiet for too long because I have to find my thoughts before I can talk to you how try to get rid of them play come back 100 I’m stronger my life is like a boxing match and I’m determined to knock I’m out I’ve been fighting my thoughts for control for somehow I always end up losing I am forced to stand here wearing with a pig for me writing what they tell me to write this is my life but I have no control over anything I’m just a skin with no real purpose but a puppet
3
I have to ask is there something wrong with me I wanted to discredit tap where is my ability to function and always I’m so tired my life is so I spied on sport all I do is lay on my sofa my legs out doing nothing I have no devotion to succeed all I do is read and write this poetry but is anybody even read what I write my wasting my time should I be doing other things with my time with my life because real jobs impede that lead for poetry I am constantly being told .
2
it is so late at night and here I am again try not to think about you but reality I can only think of you I don’t thinking maybe I should just text you or maybe waiting for me to text you your hurricane crazy wondering if I’m thinking about you too and it gets late into the night and start typing well if you think I’m annoying for texting you first so wait for you to text me but you do not are you waiting for them to make the move first ? here i am making myself go crazy