performance poetry

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

Originally Blue
After all the ducks are scared of your breads Make a little cent for what's flying in our heads blank look... a post-war pockmarked sheen
By David Parra4 years ago in Poets
CROSS THE LINE
Grateful always all the time Thankful always for my rhyme Took me far from Vipers mansion…. Evil plans I’ll have In mind
By Haychie_Artist4 years ago in Poets
Simple
Salt yeast flour water within fire emerges as bread this simple food a basic essential which
By Jennifer True4 years ago in Poets
The Machine
Who am I? I am a revolving part of this great machine Never moving farther ahead but I do sometimes fall behind Only to pick up the pace and fall back into line.
By A. Keson4 years ago in Poets
Chance
I don’t usually do this, not really my kind of thing See I'm publically shy although at home I am king But these past couple months, I've been listening to Cole and Drake
By Micah Davidson4 years ago in Poets
What comes next?
Do I repeat LOVE WINS EVERY TIME LOVE WINS EVERY TIME at the man asking what I see in my girlfriend?
By Jay,when I write4 years ago in Poets
Achieving Success in Life
Success is sweet like honey, And it’s a feeling that’s hard to ignore. It’s the light at the end of the tunnel,
By Roland Canz4 years ago in Poets
To Be Free
As I sit in my stuffy office room, I think about what it means to be free. I dream of life, never paused, outside the window. A dog passes by, and sometimes a butterfly. Maybe a child laughing, holding a drink. Oh, how I wish I was able to be outside.
By Shae Perkins4 years ago in Poets
A Poem of Dirty-Sounding Words That Make Me Laugh
Sometimes I act like a little kid, I hear certain words and flip my lid. “skid” There’s never really been a choice, The word is said in someone’s voice.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Poets
Born a slave
“How ? How can I flourish in a dying world ? Let me run let me hide . Cast away pushed to the side , and so I mask what I feel inside “ Born into the sins of those placed before me ! I long for mine own salvation . Mine own wealth and prosperity. These though , these feelings of longing saddens me so , so far from my reach . Because thine burdens already placed at my feet .
By LAKESHIA BRIMLEY4 years ago in Poets
Revering Reverend MLK Day
~Happy Mlk day! But is it today, or tomorrow? His birthday, is not the Holiday. They made it tricky to follow. ~Was he a doctor? Yes, but ministry was his profession.
By Ben Morris4 years ago in Poets
Learning how to Live
Illumination of Ancient Names and Ancient Faiths " Oh, Dear Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Mars. May Venus sleep for you. "
By Ki4 years ago in Poets