performance poetry

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

The Greatest Play
You cut off your beauty expectations And now you feel the hurt The Band-Aid was ripped And you convince yourself You no longer get the attention
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
Lucid
I awoke in my dream to realize I could design it I asked in the name of my own Self discovery And self love To rise from the water
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
TOO MANY
Gave you chances say you’re sorry In the end your ego rose So you know I’ll write my story On this beat I will expose Pricks like you I’ve seen too many
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Wrapped up in Bed, Like a Virtual Burrito
I woke to you watching me. "Wrapped up in bed, like a virtual Burrito," you said. I said, "What?" * You smiled that smile at me and said:
By Wm Kucera 3 years ago in Poets
Gale Force Winds
somewhere on a boat. in the middle of an angry sea. taken by gale force winds. more than land is lost to me. I forgot my purpose. I can’t recall my name.
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets
Twitch, twitch
As I breathe in, I feel the fire within, Breathing like a dragon On my chest, Resist temptation, They often spoke,
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
All the shops were closing for the night Under the street lamps, people turned into shadows Two shadows sat in the front seat of Jules Escalade
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
Too Fat to Be Me
I looked for me ofttimes She looked at me always As much as I abhorred her She was always there I was slim She was fat
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
balance.
when the whole world is runnin’ wild I am sittin’ on the balcony of my mind takin’ a chill pill to calm down all my nerves
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Moon-Milk Eyes. Top Story - September 2022.
Her huge saucer eyes fill with milk, I lap it up and drown in their waves. Her immense moon eyes cover the earth, I can’t see the blue water.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Fish Fingers
i could have had fish fingers would have saved a lot of fuss if only i had fish fingers i wouldn't have had to cuss i wouldn't have had to say you cunt
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
I CRTD Response
Author's Notes: This poem was originally CRTD as a comment in response to the confusion generated when I had read Jeremy Frommer's "Creatd Chairman Letter." Please, go and read Jeremy's letter before You read this poem to provide Yourself with a bit of insight. Let's continue to support Vocal as creators by listening to what they have to say. We may not agree with them (and be Vocal about it (pun intended)), but we should at least read what they have to say.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets