performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
part 2
I am dragging the lifeless bodies of our relationship whilst claiming to be in love at the same time i am ruining myself for you and I know you never truly cared
Love Story
What took you so long? Did you have to complete any mission impossible before you could return? Miss me? Of course! Why didn't I think of that?
Irina PattersonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsDear, Kiesha
It is a pleasure to meet you, Kiesha I must admit your poem brought me to euphoria Since I know your name It's only fair that I do the same
The Entrance To Peace
Tired and weary, just go ahead and swing it thru, the life you've already given. Losses and the empty no reason to be driven,
Jason Ray MortonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWHY I WRITE?
I never thought of what I am or who I am? Whether I am obedient, senseless, or weak When it comes to words coming from my mind
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 3 years ago in Poetspart 11
I feel so numb it is winter again the days come quicker the nights come even quicker it is so cold the feeling of being too old
Voyage
Hands shake Body breaks It's stress Everything distressed. *** Big lumps of knowledge But don't know the language To speak up.
Arushi SahuPublished 3 years ago in Poetspart 2
here we go listen to my words yes or no? here is a poem for a stranger it is a bit strange but my words for you are so entirely true
Coming home
I am first found in nothing. Frozen in fear. Paralyzed from movement. Still like a marble statute. But slowly, I am moved by soft whispers. Embraced by strong hands. My heartbeat harmonizing with a rhymtic melody coming from all around me. I then remembered what it sounds like, to hear whispers from the sky, from across the water, from the sinking sands beneath my feet. I heard those soft whispers again and I remembered what I heard when I listened to the wind brushing over branches dancing in mid air. What I saw when I watched the leaves rustle in the soft glow of a new morning. Perhaps it is in this moment when I first think to myself, this is a new start.
Lady at the airport
Angel in blond, small eyes, dark Lashes, I wonder… What is your name? In stunning white robes and brown tight pants; There’s a voice calling out that wonderful name.
Tanto ScriptoriPublished 3 years ago in Poets1 For Kiesha (Poems By Kiesha)
There is a great chance that you may not see this, But I'm writing this poem for the small chance that you will. I hope my words relay the message because I know it can be hit or miss,
Addicted
I should eat. “No you shouldn’t.” I’m hungry. “No your not.” Why am I doing this to myself. “because it’s for the best” I’m tired of feeling hungry. “Are we”
Jaalyiah MojicaPublished 3 years ago in Poets