performance poetry

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

Foliage
October’s lately loosed leaves moisten in the standing water of recent rain. Do they know that death is nigh, as beautiful as they are—destined to decay?
By Daniel L. Bacon3 years ago in Poets
Heate & Luve
You need some heate to meake some luve The Baltic air jus’ won’ suffice For whin ye try to kess ‘er leps Ye may jus’ fin’ ‘em sheer whi’ ice
By Daniel L. Bacon3 years ago in Poets
Downstream at Any Time of Day
This is a dirge to mourn the unfortunate due to the paean of another’s relief. A sympathy vomit when all that can be mustered is a dry heave to expel the waste of the ecstatic. No matter how loudly the raucous Rumi rants--do not drink. The flight of their offspring is the millstone around your neck, pulling you into the depths, made opaque by the deluge of their excretions.
By Daniel L. Bacon3 years ago in Poets
The Death of the Love of My Life
I was dead but lived! A poltergeist by design, and drop dead gorgeous. ** I, of course, fought death, but in the end was flouted--
By Daniel L. Bacon3 years ago in Poets
Machines
manoeuvring through machines manning crowded with strangers every day various tasks comprehension lost rediscovered, lifted up, and lost
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
wrapped in blankets
I am wrapped and snuggling within my blankets, cuddled nice and warm, free from the distractions of my mind, free from harm.
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
The Most Comfortable Place
The most comfortable place for my head, is none other than my bed. * Wiggling underneath the blankets, covering me up tight,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
God and me
I asked what is life God said live and see! I asked what is meant by study God said study and know! I asked what is knowledge
By raaman3 years ago in Poets
grasp. livin’ with abusers in my head.
I’m disengaged all connections misconduct themselves cryin’ is like drinkin’ you’ll never get enough until you’re deep down
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Head in the Clouds
What is so wrong with my head in the clouds These thoughts sound out loud Not common in the crowd I'd like to believe I have a higher form of thinking
By Hannah Alexander3 years ago in Poets
I AM
I am everything, I am all. I am short, I am tall. I am the darkness, I am the light. I am that voice that keeps you up in the night.
By Thomas Peter ꞮꞮꞮ3 years ago in Poets
A Performer I Am Not
Oh no, Yes I say so, Can it be, Oh my, yes you see, It is time to go, Put on a show, You know.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets