performance poetry

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

Those That Cook, and Those Who Don't
Just one of the things I've noticed in life... * Some say there are those that cook and those who don't. Those that know the kitchen --
By Wm Kucera 3 years ago in Poets
ethereal.
bein’ with you is like catchin’ the air in my wide-open hands not significant enough to be grasped that invisible energy bindin’ us
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
The Mist To The Shore
• You are far from the beach, • It’s sand, land, and shore, • You must row with your oar. • You must remember before.
By Natasha Harrison3 years ago in Poets
Charity Case
I’m a charity case 1. You’ll possibly feel the need to come over and give... 2. So..? IM IRRESISTIBLE 3. Maybe I guess
By Aubrie Belle 3 years ago in Poets
Shine
Liquid sunrise trickles into the heart of Mother Earth, as all of the lovely little things roll about in silken golden ribbons, so sure of eternal life. Too soon a velvety twilight replaces the glittering day, and all that is left is the comfort of a new light taking shape.
By Holland Grace 3 years ago in Poets
Dominance
You are very interesting. You have an intelligence and understanding that allows you to communicate with me. Again I may be out of line,
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Broken Mirror on the Wall
🪞I love this broken mirror.🪞 Sadly broken, but through the cracks, my reflection still stares back. Ironically, I am broken as well, and the broken mirror is a beautifully artistic depiction of this.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
A Full Shower
I am down on bed My eyelashes are glues My papillae are venoms My throat is sandy *** A glass of water is but a spit
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
Doctor
You like to watch Grey’s Anatomy and play Doctor, think you gone be leavin' a mark. I’m just kicked back at the crib, healing w/ the patience for you to come save MY heart.. I'm not too far. A hop, a skip, and jumper cables gone kick start my nerves that I thought was away, for the next woman. You got that next seat in line, but the entry fee the same, I can’t go through that bull shit again. Hands up, finger pointed at you, bullets of blame, man I can’t fathom.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"3 years ago in Poets
Fear
Don't panic, it's right beyond you. What he said to you, will play a major impact on you. The hardest test is about to come.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
The Higher You Rise
Why is it that people can't be happy for you? It seems that the higher you rise You become a piñata for haters. Instead of being happy for you
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Poets
Why I Never Liked “The Giving Tree” Book
I never liked the children’s book Called “The Giving Tree” How could she give herself away And do so just for free ~
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi3 years ago in Poets