performance poetry

Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.

Til I Dream Again
As the night falls and the stars start to shine, I close my eyes and let my mind unwind. I lay here in silence, listening to my breath,
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
New Year, Same Old Me
new year, same old me. new year, nothing's changed. still sitting alone in my bedroom; still fighting back the urge to shed a tear.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Poets
2023
You, you let me down, Yeah, You, You left me on the ground, You, you left me bruised, Yeah, you. You told me not to make a sound.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Sassy, red, orange, blue—-
I can do many things, And never make a sound. I can throw hundreds of pounds on my back And pretend that I am not feeling my bones crunch, and muscles sprain under such pressure,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Pandora’s Box
My mind It cycles rapidly Apathy invading every crevice So nothingness is standing in the way of happiness And it's this very sentiment
By Dan-O Vizzini3 years ago in Poets
Drive me Crazy
One night I had a dream I was late to getting a meeting place So, I am in a car on the road Out of the road Came roadblocks
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Poets
Escaping
Eyelids like anvils, sinking my eyes deep Darkness growing as time passes by And I can feel my body getting heavier as it
By Dan-O Vizzini3 years ago in Poets
The Nomad
I see a nomad stuck in no man’s land A wayward wanderer on the side of the road And like a deer in headlights He stands there frozen
By Dan-O Vizzini3 years ago in Poets
Dream Instructions
Exactly what is it you're looking for? Perceive with the mind's eye and you will find Excitement for the journey that's in store...
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Poets
That dream where teeth fall out
Ever had that horrible dream Where all your teeth are falling out? Or your dentist just keeps on yanking out Teeth after beautiful white perfectly fine teeth
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
The Flower Girl
As we head into the new year, some of you are likely standing at a funeral for your dreams. Last year didn't bring the success or the progress you had hoped. In fact, it brought great loss. You don't feel like a "new you" just because the clocked ticked past midnight. This story is for you.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Poets
phantom heart
you can hear my voice but avoid what i am saying- don't leave me i beg, but you do. there is no future where there was no love,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets