performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
the want you had for me
Oh how I want the want you had for me to be the want you have for me. Oh how I need the need you had for me to be the need
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsOde To My Sweater
Sweater weather is my favorite time of year. Softness and warmth seeps deep into my soul. My face says it all, a smile from ear to ear.
Words of Jude
Don't notice the hair Head down, count the broken glass in view, That weapon is always loaded. Took her on back when I would dare Voice rejects their murderous hypocrisy, Shit, don’t notice the hair. Glad hostages unanimously voted But clearly Janis was catching Stockholm, Did I mention the weapon is still loaded. On the lam, can’t imagine she knows where Not enough skin to align her views on, Need another writing hand or I’ll notice the hair. Singeing my temple, not sure she noticed Although her god-sorts-his-own plan is Holding. Somehow her weapon is still loaded. Wheres and whys abandoned with The hows and flipping whos Don’t acknowledge the glowing frizzy RED, Because her weapon is ALWAYS loaded.
Willem IndigoPublished 4 months ago in PoetsO! To Be Held By You Once More!
I don't know how long I can hide this grief. My sobs restrain and howling quell. This life is short and Time's a thief. ~
Judey KalchikPublished 4 months ago in Poetsbe found
allow time to get and be lost undistracted by the way there. and the places i meant to visit, and even the places i didn't.
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsSun
Intoxicating. You're a fireball in the cosmos. A firecracker come to life. The earth revolves around you but I will not. Drama queen with all your theatricality. You're always on the stage even when there is no play. A thundering inferno, I know these antics so well. I've immortalized you with a melody of the gods. You tell me it's no good. Mere mortals are not on your level. I am captivated. I worship at the altar of a narcissist. I wouldn't dare harm your pride. I apologize for the insincerity. I hope Andromeda swallows you whole so we can be rid of you one and for all. It's a shame the universe will kill you before I ever do
Anna TorresPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Moonlit Promises"
Verse after verse, beneath the gentle arc of the moon, Whispers of affection commence in the shadows' cocoon. Each stanza, a solemn promise in the tranquil night,
Waseem835 TvPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Serenade of Souls"
In the ethereal melody where stars gently dance, Lines unfurl in a poetic romance. Each verse, a musical note in the realm of desire,
Waseem ChemPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTime Witch
Enter the bubble of the time witch Watch as your mind drifts into a ditch Here there are no watches Just swatches of protruding pasts
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBurn to Ashes
Burn burn to ashes the parts you don't need Write write on paper the parts you don't need Your anger, your anxiety your mistakes, your regrets
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsVenus
Am I worthy? While you're locked away in a tower, I bow down to your vanity. You're the oasis in my mind of a desert. A distant shore on the oceans of chaos. My skull is a hurricane and you are the rock I cling to. Such a stoic. You use your skills on my body like a canvas. A sculptor, shaping my marble like an uneven statue. My rigidity is weighed down by your grandeur. My fragility is ignored by your arrogance. Oh, King of the Heavens. Regality is your grace. I am fatigued but you have no expiration date. They say you're the god of love but you're the god of nothing. I will drink my agua tofana and you will watch me curl up and die. Your greed is my downfall. Your apathy is a weapon of mass destruction
Anna TorresPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Dance of Choices
Rock, paper, scissors, then shoot A lesson as old and strong as Kung Fu ------- The poor, the rich and everyone in between
J. K. AndersonPublished 4 months ago in Poets