performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Maggie The Cat
There stood Maggie the Cat… Wearing only her skin and bones… Nothing could really hurt her… Not sharpened sticks nor pointed stones…
Jeffrey Pipes GuicePublished 2 years ago in Poetsif e.e. cummings was a sailor
Barnacle Bill ’s deep-sixed who used to adhere to waterproof Spanish galleons
Lightning BoltPublished 2 years ago in PoetsPoking fun at.
Such moments are better spent with you. Those simple acts that bring joy to my heart, With the sharing of drink and conversation.
Jordan ZunigaPublished 2 years ago in Poets~I Don't Wanna Be..!~
~ I don’t wanna be.... ~ Ever have one of those days, where you want to: kick and scream, and shout? Ever have one of those days,
Jennifer CooleyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe view from halfway down
“The weak breeze whispers nothing The water screams sublime His feet shift, teeter-totter Deep breath, stand back, it’s time
Schyphozoa
Schyphozoa I am an umbrella of the deep; drifting mushroom of the sea. Who will be subject to my throes for misjudging me?
Trinity StilianessisPublished 2 years ago in Poetsthe difference between hermit crab and caterpillar growth
The difference between hermit crab growth and caterpillar growth is that you will only grow through a caterpillar growth once but you will keep changing shells.
A Broken Spirit
The spirit was broken, In need of help, it could not fly. A little girl stood watching, always nearby. She asked the spirit softly,
Abbey StreettPublished 2 years ago in PoetsUnconquered : From Everyone And Everything
Life as blur as a fog?, Breathing in happiness has turned into a choking smog?, But, let the poisonous destiny be the most absurd, You'll always find me unconquered.
Husamuddin ChittalwalaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Perfect Move
This is a deadly, superfluous unfair game, I cannot say I’m not guilty myself to no give up. We are a tiny little piece of this big puzzle,
𝑵𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒐Published 2 years ago in PoetsMy Mother's Pain
My Mother's Pain---a Poem The pain she felt when I kicked her womb From the inside Tearing through I felt her pain I still feel it
Abena TalksPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe American Poet
Mixing words together, looking back over my time. I should have done this sooner, better late than never with these words of mine.
Jason Ray MortonPublished 2 years ago in Poets