performance poetry

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

Nothing
This is my twelfth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. When you are at the bottom it always seems that there is nothing for you, no one for you, nowhere to go, no help to be had and nothing to aim for. I have tried to encapsulate that feeling in these lines.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Ding Dong Death
It’s so strange to fear death yet be so fascinated by it. Almost as if you’re playing ding dong ditch, one moment your fingers pressed against the doorbell
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Poets
Do You Understand Me, Sir?
Listen! Do you understand me, Sir? Why aren't thou boots polished? Look at all that mud! Has thee been dragged through it?
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Their beauty and my heart💕
Gracefully flying twisting hair, Beautifully up-down moving eyebrows, Silently blinking, hurting eyes, Broadly expanding smiling lips,
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets
Learning The Truth
At one point, I was convinced that you wanted nothing but the best for me. I was convinced that you were different from the rest
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Poets
This Lonely Dark Room
They all left me, my friends, they did, Left me in this dark room; To wallow in my pity, and drown my sorrows by candlelight;
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Fear Not!
Fear not, my friend for thy time has come. This is a time to unite, not fear thy plight! Hold your head high, my friend; For thou 'ast moved forward to achieve thy
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
What is a Witch? (Poem)
”You’re going to Hell”, they said, And I simply walked on by. “This concept of Hell you have, is your belief, not mine”
By Millie Hardy-Sims3 years ago in Poets
This Is Poetry Some Say, Why Not Give It A Try?
And here are mine: Crab Cannon This is no Joke I just spoke Tell that to the little folk 🦀🦀🦀🦀 Tell that to the little folk
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
"Empaths Collapse"
When the ones who see the signs have senseless reactions logic renders intuition an exercise in self-derision to our prying eyes looking for wisdom.
By Jeffrey P Bailey3 years ago in Poets
It's Called A Heart
This is a poem just about how I feel we should care for others, inspired by the title of a song by Depeche Mode. The poem is a totally different feel to the song, but the title of the song was my inspiration.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Peanut M&M's
How dare little brother Eat your peanut m&m's He's too young, he doesn't Know what you had to do For those peanut m&m's
By Camille Ora-Nicole3 years ago in Poets