performance poetry

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

When the glory fades
Where do we go when the glory fades? When the dust settles is there no more space? There has to be a bigger place to hold us outside of just 30 days.
By Ash4 years ago in Poets
At the Table, After the Parade
A play in verse in three acts *** DRAMATIS PERSONAE Scott Negro – American; representing the black community; hair flecked with grey, sharply dressed in a pinstripe suit
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
In the Now
I can't see me in the mirror, only in pictures where the camera forces clarity. The eyes of others can be so kind. Stained in a rainbow of greys,
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Poets
vice doc
self reflection, an addiction even mirror talk can't cure limping, trudging toward the future two eyes on the past, a patch for the path ahead
By Munro Campbell4 years ago in Poets
The Aftermath Of Fun
Groggy voice, foggier mind. The memories are strong - your body is weaker. 'Back to reality' is the cruel phrase with a sting that lingers.
By Becca Pepper4 years ago in Poets
I Am Lost
Find me. Find me in the homeless camp that you keep twenty feet away at all times. Find me in the hometown that you grew up in yet you were able to escape.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Poets
Present
Staying present is how I spend most days As it’s the only reason I know what peace taste like A free spirited, deep thinker
By kie4 years ago in Poets
The Lighthouse
Winter's done, spring's begun Summer's approaching fast Another year without you I just hope I'll last I chose to cope with smoke
By Sawyer Sullivan4 years ago in Poets
During, After And All With Pride
Let me hear your cries and meet them with my own Let me match your feet in big boots that hurt with my own Let me smile and laugh and hold up my own
By Jay,when I write4 years ago in Poets
Out Running The Taste
Higher up into the azure-blue skies than before, Making that trip from the bottom once more, Remembering where it all began for me,
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
Into my Past Thoughts
My mind lingers of what could have been, when sitting in silence and the day has passed me by. My mind lingers of the thoughts that drove me to this very same day. Could have one moment, minute change who I am today? Are my goals and passion taking part of the person I am today? What has brought me to this moment, or how many times have I spun in motion to this very same day? There’s no denying I am a stronger person then I ever was before, but when did I let the days and my wildest desires fadeaway? Will I ever be the same? I know my young self still lives within me. Will I emotionally and mentally grow out of this stage? I am much wiser and stronger than I ever was, you see my intuition tells me this is just a face, a stage that doesn’t need reminding of the person I ever was…I am prepared to face what is yet to come, there comes a moment that the back walls of my mind bring up old memories and dreams that I once had. So I gather up Into my Past thoughts. Of where my mind lingers of what could have been…
By Abigail Esparza4 years ago in Poets
The Grandkids Are Able To Use Their Tablet To Call And Text Grandma And Grandpa
There have been several text messages from each of the grandchildren in the photo above and phone calls from their tablets last night and today. They were approved and allowed to call and text anyone who has a Facebook account. This is a fair warning to family and friends.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets