performance poetry

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

Routine
At five am the world is silent. The coffee made while holding my breath adds little sound to the day. I curl up in a chair and become the breathing part of it.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
"He sees a squirrel running away from a tree with an acorn, he wants to arrest it." That's my partner, Mike. We came through the academy together.
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
Sumcunt
some cunt stole my parking space some cunt fucked my cat some cunt upgraded my mchappy meal and made me fuckin fat some cunt put the tele on
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
A Bustling City
A bustling city street zooming cars speeding horns blowing noisy, polluted, and busy, red London buses gliding along. People rushing, zooming past,
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Ripe Dreams
i've run out of humorous things to write about i've exhausted all my avenues of mirth a famine of fanciful fantasy funny
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Winner!
Lights all around us Before the night ends, and we take the bus Mom and Dad turn to us "What other games do you want to play?"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Coffee
As I sit to drink My parents from across me We place our orders "Would you like a drink?" "Why yes, I would like a drink."
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Sorting Things Out
I didn't even know they had noticed me, but I guess they did. They called me in-- on Monday morning. There were two of them.
By Wm Kucera 3 years ago in Poets
The Warmth On My Lips
Silver fingertips gliding, gently grasping Silky water, clanking Smoke, billowing from the stove top with forgotten dinner leftovers
By Stephanie Bojanek 3 years ago in Poets
The Park
Joyous children playing the field is wild with running kids happiness and growth. Freshly cut grass my fingers lace through it
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
If We Agree We Are In This Together, Do We Also Agree It's Not A Competition
When you bring it into question, keep these words in mind and close to home. Don't ask me for answers that only confirm your biases, looking to be victimized. If what i tell you's gonna make you crazy, or runaway, and don't let it be an excuse to shirk or shrink OUR relations. I can't stop the shame you feel, and i refuse to own what isn't mine to take.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Air Brushed, Filtered, And The Other Woman Half My Age
I'm tired of feeling ashamed of my age, my height, weight and wage, my house, clothes or how I look naked. I want to feel at home in my skin.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets