performance poetry

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

Just Fuck off
Well it's over now and we've said goodbye, won't be no more dirty shit done on the sly, no more hassles no more of this shit miss,
By Dee Dee Farrrrk4 years ago in Poets
Mind Fuck
I've upgraded to bi-weekly therapy sessions one just a quick digital drop in so much introspection between me and my
By Cali Loria4 years ago in Poets
My Song
i will never be part of the Fallen, and don’t expect me to fall ‘Till I Collapse. i’ll Break Stuff, or just all the things that are precious,
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Poets
have you ever so strongly felt that your own purpose here had nothing to do with receiving love from others, and only giving…
A penny just dropped and has been echoing through my space recently i’ve been wondering around in this particularly sinking and liberating maze
By Ruhani Khadijah4 years ago in Poets
Georgie
A being, like no other celestial some may call them because the venerable eye – Ever so deficient – can only see such pretty things from a far
By Aubrie Belle 4 years ago in Poets
Canvas
Painted with colors, I did not deserve I dislike how those hues depict me Sly optimism evoked by blazing tangerine rejoicing my wounds
By Aishwarya Rane4 years ago in Poets
Rickrolled
he was never gonna give us up i got rick rolled at a funeral once maybe i shouldn't have clicked that link i should have had my phone on silent
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
What is a woman?
What is woman? A woman is a human that should be entitled to same rights as mine A woman is brave A woman is gracious A woman is strong
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Self Worth Poem
Now I've search, far and wide What I found, was all inside... Someone, please! Call my pride... And tell it to all subside
By El Poet4 years ago in Poets
Skippy the Sausage Thief
I must relay a story, that I’ve been often told About a very good boy named Skip, who joined our family fold My mom was in her teens when he came into our world
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Poets
Porcelain Prairie
I will never forgive the porcelain dolls unbroken By the sticky hands of childhood. Shrill screams and dirty nails never ripped the pretty hair
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Take Sail
Hoist your sails and fasten your masts Chart your course and stick to it. Avast! No matter our course we’ll stay our path
By Laurel Dreyers4 years ago in Poets