performance poetry

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

Oubliette
This is my twenty-eighth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena, though possible a little less gruesome but the fear is there
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
A White Poppy
I am not sure what made me write this, It came to me as I was out walking. I have missed Remembrance Sunday but it seems the world is constantly at war. Imagine what could be done if the resources ploughed into destruction were put into building and eradicating hunger and poverty.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Giants
giants subtly whisper afraid to say my name since waking with ambition I’ve become a goliath to their frames massive eyes anchor the floor
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets
Verdant Echoes
If Verdant were the echoes ringing from above They served as a magnet, leading to plains so lush The ozone is my friend--- if there never was...
By VioletSun3 years ago in Poets
Poem: No Imposters
No imposters only me can’t y’all see The monster in you need a doctor Keep stalking you gone see that alter Watching thee over a girl I’m about to hurl
By AdonShar For Real3 years ago in Poets
Before You Go
Before you go And journey on to what comes after There are some things you should know Like how I will always remember the good times and laughter
By J. Delaney-Howe3 years ago in Poets
Santa Claus Is Blitzed Tonight
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, drunk on cheap champagne. Now he's stumblin' and bumblin' rolling down the lane.
By Jason A3 years ago in Poets
Addiction Recovery - Don't Give Up!
You are still healing, moving forward, and growing, Yes, little one, when you have a goal, and you ‘were doing so well’, and then,
By Natasha Harrison3 years ago in Poets
Am I lovable?
I used to have dreams of a future One where I was young in love and dying Where I had cancer or something inevitable Or dreams where I had lost everything
By Dany Jean-Pierre3 years ago in Poets
Poem 77
A robot heard me singing and asked if I was okay. Emerald green glass was smooth and soothing to the nerves but detrimental to the creative process.
By Kait Thursday3 years ago in Poets
Flowers
I've been waiting to give you your flowers... Graciously thinking that this time is ours... And how can I shower you with love from above
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
Gaslight
I spend hours carefully gathering my thoughts before we speak. Determined to articulate my feelings so precisely, you cannot twist them into confusion and doubt.
By A.L. Robin3 years ago in Poets