performance poetry

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

My family has cursed me
Everything I thought that was going to happen did not happen. All of my birthday wishes, wishing however hard I tried, pouring every inch of my soul, every fiber of my being into the wishes,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
Mmm Ja; Schiesse
with a hand full of faeces and the other on my pecker i rub the poop into my chest and grab the Black and Decker i sand my tiny ballbag
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Fear
This is my eleventh dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. It is said that the only thing we should fear is fear itself. I do not agree, fear is a good thing. It lets you try to prepare for whatever is coming, whether you are able to deal with it or not. Fear occurs when you are not in control of a situation, but still have to deal with it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
LEADERS
Leaders are the ones who lead Patience now not Need for Speed Yeah In time with my rhyme…. In & out I’ll swerve agreed? Mindset Is a tool we need
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
The Other Side
People do not change. They are a product of birth. You can clearly see this geographically and physically. This unique signature is the
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
The Weather of the Heart
The weather inside is cold and wet, My heart brings in storms of snow and makes the vessels slick, with every breath, winds thunder the sanctity of thoughts around them,
By Nicholas Kent3 years ago in Poets
Pray For A Tortured Dear Friend
You're in trouble my old friend, but your torturer's going to get it in the end. Your great suffering will soon begin,
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Poets
Out the BElly
Out the belly of a beast A hungry clan came to eat I overstand, they understand It's no wonder we both meet, hand to hand
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
The Sun
I open the window and see the lustrous effect of the sun seeping through almost reaching a glimmer of hope. It lingers
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Garden:
How does my garden grow? I planted myself a gothic garden full of black beauties & velvet petunias On a rooftop Urban Jungle
By Saroyan Coles3 years ago in Poets
Insecure
It is good to be insecure. If you did not care, I am sure- -you would not be here, or want more. Ravenous fools, would seek the shore,
By June3 years ago in Poets
Slander Me In Silence
Go on, go ahead! Slander me in silence. I shall not retaliate against such scorn, I shall not hide in this storm. The power of those words you use;
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets