performance poetry

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

Backwood's Loser:
Devoted to a backwoods loser How I love the way you look in your black jeans Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eyes
By Saroyan Coles3 years ago in Poets
Closet of Terror
Tucked ‘neath blanket, flashlight gripped tight A small child once more faces the night Eyelids twitch, palms sweat, fingers tremble
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Fatherhood
The terror in those chubby little digits, The crippling, knee shattering glimmer, And the sorrowful joy conjured by that smile.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
Me and my friends
Me and all my friends, are crazy and mad. Wherever we go There Create trouble. Knowingly we don't do, we have such behavior.
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets
City Life
The city I’ve lived in all my life There is a love/hate relationship At times I just want to move far away Somewhere quiet with limited people
By Michelle Thomas 3 years ago in Poets
Be Forever
Let time pass And knowledge come by Let love flow As times go Let kindness come first And joy, a natural reward Let our step trace the paths
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
Shirts at the Cleaners
Hello! Hi...Good morning! Hey!...Hello! Are they yawning? I'm a mellow guy this morning, up until now I'm feeling worked on a bit. Don't let this exchange work your nerves, man. Aye!!!...Wow...Ok, about time...all in my mind...I gotta be at work at 9, and it's 8:55 am...Not a vibe, I'm just saying...Why I am up here at the front counter, waiting, yelling 'hi!'
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
I want to live inside a poem. Top Story - August 2022.
I want to live inside a poem a simple place to call my home when the city is too bright and all I want to do is sleep
By rhe3 years ago in Poets
Something Here Isn't Right
People dying, Children Crying: Something here is not right. Cities of starvation And wars between nations: Something here is not right.
By Kai Jeffreys3 years ago in Poets
Through
I used to imagine that I was immune to pain. That no one could hurt me. If they even tried, I would make it a game.
By Jasynta (Jassy) Vossah 3 years ago in Poets
Googly Eyes
inside a small apartment another day gone by winded down to a typical night my stomach growled and I opened the fridge only to find,
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets
Hard to met that girl...
It seems like a game big, Is not seeming It's a deal, have to play, use card big. * Surround bodyguard, have to kill,
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets