performance poetry

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

suckers
Licking green lollipops Uncovering the soft and chewy gooey juices Knowingly flowing through Your watery mouth Down the hatch and Stirring
By Karen Brazee3 years ago in Poets
To Be Alchemy
I want to be magic - I am not. I am crafted by alchemy, but unable to bestow, pleasures onto others unless reserved for opportune occasions
By House September 3 years ago in Poets
I am a person.
I am a person, not a list of accomplishments. I am a delighted coo at every animal I see. I am a long, silent laugh that ruptures into uncontrollable tears.
By Christiane Winter3 years ago in Poets
AFRAID?
Are you afraid of anything? I was afraid that President Trump was having a nervous breakdown; a businessman made to be a politician because he was rich. I was afraid that my sixteen-year-old son went to Milwaukee with a friend's family DURING JEFFREY DAHMERs terror run. I was afraid of a lesbian pushing into my "happy" marriage. I was afraid of Black Hebrews lining up an assault on me at an Islamic Community Center meeting.
By CarmenJimersonCross3 years ago in Poets
The Leaves
The leaves are finally morphing Exchanging their greens for reds & yellows The air has cooled to be calm in the morning Summer sun turns light to mellow
By The Girl in Grey3 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Promise to Myself
Dear self, My Poetic Promise to Myself: Through it all, I have survived. There must be a reason I'm still alive. *and I must seek it…* If I want my soul to feel revived, I must be willing to take a deeper dive, while refusing to be ruled by what my head may contrive. *easier said than done…* But the truth upon which I have arrived is that I have too many blessings to feel deprived. So from this moment, I solemnly strive to allow myself to truly thrive. and never again “lose” that drive. *for it was never lost to begin with*
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
What the Click? (WTC?)
Clickbait Clicky-clacky trick-bait Can’t believe I’d pick fate of substance-absent quick plate a leave-me-hungry and ick plate
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in Poets
Two Girls and Three Cats in Green River
This is a sonnet for my Tolkien-loving Muse, her daughter and their cats, based on a lovely day they had today down by the river.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Magic ✨ Carpet
Magic 🪄 carpet conveyance Take me up Vibe me out Keep me floating Dose me now... Keep me high On your Potions…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
THE TRUTH
All I know that It’s the truth Had to make time for the booth Needed courage for the message…. So you know It’s for the youth
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Inkwells
What if we wrote our stories with ink Like bloody fingerprints that last forever When the inkwells
By Ro3 years ago in Poets
Coven
Together we chant our sacred spells and further strengthen our ancient bonds. Our power grows like a mighty tree alongside our enduring faith in one another.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Poets