performance poetry

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

The God twins
In the beginning there were two children, twins. A boy and a girl born within dark matter. The pitter patter of tiny feet
By Daniel Hooks3 years ago in Poets
Bones
This is my Twenty Fourth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. Eventually, all that is left is the bones.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
She's Not Coming Back
TW: Mentions of assault. Girl girl girl girl. Girl walked into the party because for the first time in a while she felt alive. Girl only knew a life of what was sin and what wasn't. Punishment and damnation, and the Garden of Eden, no in between. Girl started to meet boys. Silly boys. And just that- boys. Girl didn't realize her beauty, her energy, her mind, at the time. She was still locked away within herself, waiting to shed her skin. Girl tried so hard to be like other girls, girl made friends with the darkness, girl didn't understand… She didn't understand that when he pried her thighs open that she was never coming back. She didn't understand that when the dirty rotten wooden door closed that she'd be tainted. Girl found solace in the words of drunken shouts, whiskey grunts, cherry stained kisses, techno lullabies, and oxycontin dances.
By Nova Binx3 years ago in Poets
Three Witches
For some reason, I was thinking of the Three Witches who foretold Macbeth’s rise to become King of Scotland and his eventual demise. I wondered if I could write a poem about their conversations and activities leading up to Macbeth's arrival. Obviously, it is All Hallows Eve so that may be something to do with it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Clarity
Clarity carries me over A cloudy morning cast to be a dungeon’s daughter I burrow in the breeze of a forgotten moment
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
You are my sunshine
Whenever it’s hard to see what is coming, I cling to you, my sunshine. I see you lingering in the bed of shadow and shame,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Endless Reflection
This intense sound That snaked through my ears Destroyed my eardrums to trash 69696969696969696969696969
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
At the Mall
martyrs and farters rapists and drunks wankers and thankers escapists and punks rappers and crappers stay at home wives
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
Don’t hold my hand. Don’t kiss me when you walk through my door. God why did I let you in? Don’t text me often.
By Nova Binx3 years ago in Poets
What I Have
Demons in my head call me crazy Would I know I was crazy if I was How do I live through this Can I silence it all in one go, or can I push through it
By Heather C. Beck3 years ago in Poets
The chi grass loves us without a despair
The grass loves us without a despair it brings the water up and water down without a stop without a delay. The grass with its green shines for our eye sight to take a rest to relax to naturally come back to our own rythm and make us more alive.
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Abandonment.
My old man was supposed to contact me, and show up this past Friday. No contact from him yet, and he still has not shown his damn lying pretentious ass fucking face! I hope I get to see him later on today or tomorrow therefore I can share my feelings with him about the damned abandonment type of feelings I am having. Feeling like he is an undercover sleaze ball, and is not being loyal period #facts. I am very irritated, and very aggravated at him right now. I sort of feel like, "why do I give a fuck?" obviously he does not care so why should I? Like seriously for real, "Why do I even care?"
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets